Finding love at 115

Finding love at 115



Watching THE REAL (a crazy talk show) at 1:19am and they are chatting about this 115 year old woman who says the reason she has lasted this long alive is because she has avoided men. Say what? Is it like as in she ain't never had a man! No, she was married and then once he died she was thru with them- apparently they are more trouble than they are worth. It cracks me up to think that even at that age men (having them and being with them and etc) and then not having someone in her life romantically is  something she attributed to her longevity.
Now the ladies on the real (with exception to the 40 plus black lady) are married/ engaged and happily in love in some various form or another of love. So their view of the possibility of living this long without a partner or without love is something they (all the partnered people) could not fathom. The single lady pretty much let them all chat about the heartaches their men cause and the OMG can he just ______  [insert mundane task like pick up his socks or buy me more gifts or something trite and ridiculous that folks in relationships take for granted... Like the sole purpose of the male is to purchase her gifts is the one thing I am harping on... And the single gal says that sounds all great but do you hear what you sound like?]
 She made some silly joke and everyone haha'd but it left me thinking not everyone has the opportunity to have those moments. Not everyone has had the opportunity to have a person significant or otherwise in their lives for that reason. They looked like they pitied her (the 40 plus lady) and she (visibly upset by this) kept joking along.
What is the saying: laugh at my pain???
Anywho, thy were saying about the 115 year old who lived that long she must be sad and alone as maybe all her friends have died out or who can she talk to at 115 with no one to love? I found the conversation really one sided (relationship centered) as if a person (who has made it to 115 - lived, survived) could not be happy because there is none one to love her.
Really?
What about all her accomplishments? All her successes?
Apparently even at 115 they mean nothing if no man is attached to you...
Such is life...
but hey-- I can look forward to ~76 more years here at that rate...

Birthday Love...

This year is a celebration.

I mean why not?

So in celebration of the life I have

and the gifts I have been given

(not monetary) but the gifts of

purpose, compassion, patience, love,

hope, health, with a heart of gold, intelligence,

courageousness, authenticity, responsibility,

and all the talent that I have

I am celebrating it all.

Pics from the day/night...

it's J & J!!!

What I find interesting is that you will see my dress is basically a black body con dress (who would have thunk that I would wear a bodycon dress?) with the word 'love' written all over it. Think about it, I want love in all its forms. I talk about love. I read about love. I write about love.  I love. I welcome love, bring love and am love, no? SO why not wrap myself in love on my day?  I thought it was cute. I thought I was cute. I know I am beyond cute tho, I am grown and sexy. If you don't know now you know (in the words of Biggie Smalls hahaah). All in all a great time.


love love love them

 

AJ & Shima recent alumni
we all can celebrate

yes sista friend.

KF and I chilling.

one of the cool interns
i work with.

another sista here who
is real and true.
 

love this chick right here



CG & me & a drink
love this guy

flowers for me.
a lady loves flowers.
 



this is me.
 love me or leave me alone
but i would rather the love...

basically i got the lemonade upgrade

coffee thought...

I believe in you and me... I believe that we will be...In love eternally...As far as l can see...

This song just popped up on my commute and immediately I get a picture of me dancing to this as a wedding first dance song.
Partner: unknown
Date of occurrence: unknown
Love: unknown.

but it's a good song tho...
that's all...


Sent from my iPhone

Let's dance!

Things I never thought I would be doing on my birthday:

• Waking up on a king size bed overlooking the water
• Being sung Happy Birthday by a nice woman named Elaine who worked in the Swarvoski store.
• Getting presents.
• Heading to a Polynesian Restaurant where you see hula and fire dancing and great food. And sexy men.
• Go to a strip club. [strip clubs and dollar bills- still got my money]
• See more sexy men.  Get a lap dance. [still got my money]
• Get the stripper to loose his 'focus' [still got my money] *
• Have a wonderful cake and more singing sung to me with candles.
• Making wishes...
• Hearing 'I Love You'- you know? **

Anywho...I made a wish.

 *

Soooo yeah. Cutting out all the other PG-13 stuff and skipping straight to the XXX we (my friend Jem and her daughter) in the club. We watching the folks get it in. We have champagne. Some men are obviously very good at their job- as in they stay fit and flexible. And fit is what my mind kept reeling. And some are not so good/ fit/ attractive.

Any who our table is chilling by the stage cause why not put our table right up front and center. The girls are trying to get me a lap dance.

Literally trying to figure out "what's your flavor?"  Well, it depends on the mood I am in- some days we love a little caramel cream, a little milk chocolate, ooohhh on other days we love love love the dark smooth sexy chocolate- so yeah it depends on the day {however there was this fine chocolate loc'd dude strutting by and my flavor was him for the evening}

So they trying to get me up onstage to get a 'dance'.

Right. I am not buying it (literally) and convince my good good sis to take one for the team.  What you must remember about Jem is that she is so classy- pearls and all- and strippers and strip clubs are not her forte.

Well- she got on stage and went to town.  It was a riot. Her daughter was hollering and it looked like Sparkles had a great time.

Next up was me and the chocolate brother. He came over with a tee shirt for me to 'get'.

just do me- no comment(s) necessary

Well I got the shirt and discovered he has a tongue ring.

Get yo minds out the gutter.

Remember I am a good girl- but while he was dancing and them hookers were telling me to smack it/ touch it/ rub it (slores I tell ya).

I was intrigued by the 6 pack just mere inches in front of me. Hmmm.

I was intrigued by the other inches in front of me... Hmmm.

Anywho I called a time out when he did something with his tongue and I was like oh my he got a tongue ring- to which he busted out laughing and had to refocus. Stripping is serious business.

Suffice it to say WE made a memorable experience of the strip club and now have jokes for days.

Happy Birthday to me

 
** and the 'hearing I love you' part of the equation. It was not by the stripper- thank you very much.
It is what it is- which I have found the perfect words for courtesy of SCANDAL (appropriate).

*text outlined below/ ingrained in my memory*

You have nothing.

You have a pile of secrets and lies and you’re calling it love...

And in the mean time you are letting your whole life pass you by

While they raise children

And celebrate anniversaries

And grown old together.

You are frozen in time.

You are holding your breath

You’re a statue waiting for something that is

Never going to happen.

Living for stolen moments in hotel hallways and coat closets-

You keep telling yourself they all add up to something real

Because in your mind they have to

But they don’t

They wont.

They never will-

Because stolen moments aren’t a life.

So you have nothing.

You have no one

End it now.

 

Happy birthday to me!

Today was a good day

A woman named Elaine sang Happy Birthday to me while I was in the Swarvoski store.

I recognize the signs.

❤