The End Has Come

Well, we made it. The last day of October is here which means the end of the blog challenge. I've enjoyed writing things that have been on my mind, even though the task wasn't easy. I'm happy to also report that I didn't call anyone out on any of my blogs directly, even though 1) I did speak about a few people that wouldn't recognize that they were being talked about even if their names were lighted up like a Broadway sign and 2) I really wanted to and could have.

All-in-all, this experience has been a good one. I got a few things off my chest, I got a few international readers (shout out to my Russian and Canadian readers), and most importantly, I completed what I started. I know my blogs aren't the news-filled, fact-finding blogs that some do, nor are they the gossiping, tell-all types but instead, they are just random thoughts that run through my mind. It's very true what they say...everyone has a story...and I've told mine in the way that I saw fit.

I'm not saying that I won't blog again, but unless something major comes to mind, I'll be hanging up my keyboard for awhile. So I thank you for coming along on my journey with me and I pray that peace and happiness are brought upon you and yours.

Maestro...cue my music...

Music Makes Me Lose Control

I grew up in a household where music was always being played. There was at least one radio in every bedroom (I got my first tv and stereo system for my room when I was three), and my father had 3 stereo or component sets, as they were called back in the day. He had one that played records and 8 tracks, one that just played records and one that just played 8 tracks.

I grew up listening to the music that my father played and he played them all. Everything from Dinah Washington to Aretha Franklin. From Brook Benson to Blood, Sweat and Tears. My father's taste ran the gamut. And it got me to thinking, whatever happened to GOOD music?

Music nowadays is nothing but words said or sung over a beat. There is absolutely no feeling to the music that's being played now. You have people that are selling millions of units, selling out concert venues and becoming millionaires, not because they necessarily sound good, but because they look good. And in some cases (*cough* T-Pain), neither is happening.

Speaking of T-Pain, what is really up with auto tune? I mean, Roger Troutman was a genius for using it because no one ever heard it before. But now, everyone that has access to recording equipment uses it, even if they have a nice voice. Please, for the sake of all mankind, let that shit go. If you have to use it, maybe you should be a behind the scenes person anyway because it clearly means that you are not sure of your talents.

In closing, I will say that I long for music with meaning. Love songs that really spoke about love. Party songs that made you want to get up and dance. Songs that, when you heard them, you'd say to yourself, "I know what you mean ________ (fill in blank with your favorite artist)" Until then, my radio will stay off and my Music Choice channel will stay on Classic Soul that play hits such as this:

Blog Blues

I must admit that I am in no mood to blog this evening.  I've just come home from my employer's annual awards banquet and I am more tired than a hooker doing a double shift at a Shriner's convention.  But I will also admit that I do feel guilty when I don't give my all to this challenge.  I made a commitment to do this and even though there's only two days left after this one, I'm spent.

I try to choose my topics carefully and my words even more carefully.  If I wrote each and everything I wanted to write, I would come off as bitter and unhappy about certain things and that's just not who I am or what I do.  I don't really care about hurting other people's feelings because this is my space to write what I want, but some things I would write about would make me look at myself as crazy, so I know a few of you would do the same.

But anyway, that's all I have for now.  I promise to try and make the next two blogs worthy of your time.  Good night, folks.

Blogging Under The Influence.

The God'ess is cruising the Information Superhighway at about 3 MPH because I've taken 2 sleeping pills and I'm waiting for them to kick in.  So while I was waiting, I thought I'd write whatever comes to mind.  I probably won't remember half of what I write but here goes...


1. Remember that list of qualifications that we all had about what kind of man we wanted when we were younger?  I've never been the gold digger, money hungry type but I did want Imaginary Man to make at least $100,000, driver a nice car  (BMW preferably), be over 6ft tall with the body of Adonis and a Mandingo dick. Now, I would be happy if Imaginary Man had a job (medical benefits nice but not mandatory), a car (one that's more reliable than that bucket of bolts I drive), height and weight not important and a Mandingo dick. 


2.  Speaking of cars, I've been looking for one and I've narrowed it down to something that goes vroom.  


3.  I was at work Tuesday, speaking to a member over the phone, and I asked him if there was anything else I could help him with.  He said, "Yes.  Have you seen Ray Charles' house".  I said no.  He said, "Neither has he." O_o

4.  I'm getting my hair done tomorrow and I'm getting a sew-in.  I haven't had one of those since 2000.  I'm excited about how it's going to turn out but of course, I'm nervous too.  If it looks half as good as Antoine Dodson's hair, I'm gonna be one fly diva at the banquet.


5.  These sleeping pills are making feel a bit nauseous.  


6.  Why is "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen one of the best songs ever written by anybody anywhere?


7.  Hell, why was Queen one of the best groups ever?


Guess I'll end it there, folks.  The pills are working and I must not waste my hard-earned money.  


Tootalooo mudda fuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!

The Unblog

I've been busy today and I still have a few things to do before I go to bed, so I really don't have the time or the energy to blog. But I'll let Raheem tell you what I always have time for.

Good nite.

The Misadventures of My Mind

First, I would like to thank my DivaSis, Da~Kween, for taking over for me last night.  I was more tired than a runaway slave due to another bout of insomnia.  If you want some great insight on topics ranging from narcolepsy to relationships, head on over to her blog and peep out what she has to say.  I promise you, you won't be disappointed.

Next, I'm noticing the date on the calendar and I see that we only have a few more days of the blog challenge and I would be lying if I didn't say part of me feels relieved.  This was harder than I thought it would be and looking at some of my past blogs, I didn't really put as much effort into them as I would have liked.  Between time restraints and lack of topics, some of those things stink worse than 31-day old unwashed armpits and I can say that because I used to blog heavily and these were nothing like them. 

I used to write about sex...A LOT...and I wondered to myself why hadn't I done that here.  Well, it dawned on me...I'm not having sex like I used to (sucks to be me), so I don't talk about it much anymore.  Don't you despise folks that talk about shit that they have absolutely no clue about?  I mean, everyone has an opinion, but I'm speaking about those that are experts on EVERY DAMN THING, even though they haven't been through half the shit they're talking about.  You know the ones..."Yeah girl, that fool ain't givin' you no money and he's spending all of his time at work?  You should drop his ass not now, but right now."  All the while, her lonely, pathetic ass is sitting at home on a Friday night playing Solitaire on the computer and getting mad because she's losing.  Get The Fuck Outta Here!!

Now please don't think that I'm one of those bitter chicks that's mad because she's not getting as much as I used to.  Trust me, I'm not.  I'm enjoying getting to know who I am and what I like and don't like and what I will and won't put up with.  I'm readying myself for my king and I truly don't want to be used up like an old sponge.  But I'm at the point in my life that, while sex is great (I'm 39 and in the prime of my life so it's actually better than great), I want more.  I want a lasting relationship (marriage not necessarily necessary) and I want to give my all to someone who will appreciate, cherish and reciprocate.  Don't have me doing all the work because I'm not having that.

I know this post is all over the place.  I started off talking about blogs and ended up with relationships.  That's the way my mind works at times. That's another reason that I have insomnia...even when my body is at rest, my mind isn't.  But oh and well, this is my space to fill and I filled it.  Feel free to comment...or not.  I'll still love you anyway.  :-)

The Takeover

*looking around* (o_(o


*sitting in the God'ess' chair* 


*spinning around* ^_^


HAHA! I done took over!!


In case you haven't already figured it out...this isn't the God'ess. This is Da Kween :)


Yea, guys...my sis is TIDE! She's been in Insomnia-Land for a minute now, but tonight she's gonna try her damndest to envoke her goddess powers, turn them in on herself, and grant herself some rest. SO...


This is Kween...the God'ess is sleeping. Please enjoy this musical selection until the next blog. 


I love this song...one of my most slept on faves (no pun intended), Teedra Moses w/one of our favorite singers from the 90's, Raphael Saadiq.





...and a bonus smoothie from Jilly. I spotted sis "singing" this in her status the other night.




...Good night, God'ess :)