"Glückliches neues Jahr"

This is the beginning of another year. For those of you who had the most challenging year ever, be thankful that despite those challenges, you have made it through to another year.

For those of you who achieved at least 1 dream, now is a time of reflection on those achievements and a time to set new goals.

For those of you who found love, happiness, joy, peace, peace of mind and contentment - smile!!

As we venture in to this new realm of life, I have attached a quote of inspiration - "PASSION".

I would also like to leave you with these words:

"May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,
Enough trials to make you strong,
Enough sorrow to keep you human
Enough hope to make you happy"

Glückliches neues Jahr everyone!

I'm So Sorry ...

Guys, I'm so sorry I ended up not making it. It would have been so nice to be the "rose among the thorns" seeing that no females showed up. It would have been even nicer seeing I'm an Alpha old girl as well! You guys really seemed like you had a good time and I'm truly sorry I missed out on meeting you.

We'll definitely have to do this again, but is there any way I can make it up to you?? ... Any special requests???

Have A Holly Jolly X-Mas :-)

To all my friends in Blogsville .......

Here's Wishing you and yours a Holly Jolly Christmas -

Here's to fruit cake, sorrell, lots of liquor, sex, love, family and all the other great stuff that come with this time of the year.

Merry X-Mas Y'All!!!

In My Sister's Shoes

A very dear friend of mine lent me this book, In My Sister's Shoes by Jetola Anderson-Blair. It is a very inspiring book of short stories written by a Jamaican woman who has had several enlightening experiences in her life in many aspects - professional, personal, spiritual, educational ... you name it, she wrote about it. I found it to be quite uplifting and she spoke in no uncertain terms about how stupid women can be some times in allowing men to treat us like dirt and whatever else was bad.

One of the Chapters entitled "You Have To Know When To Leave The Party", speaks about how to know when you need to move on from something, whether it be a job that was making you sick, a relationship that had you sad all the time or someone who was just toxic in your life. Sometimes the fear of letting go overcomes us in life. However, we should understand that our strength is demonstrated when we decide to do one of the hardest things and actually survive the ordeal to tell the story.

I recommend it to everyone, both male and female as it puts a lot of today issues into perspective.

Grrrreeaaattt!!

Friday turned out to be one of the best days of my life for so many reasons of which I'll share 1. I got a call from my boss today. I freaked out in a major way when I saw an overseas # calling me on my personal cell phone (gave the work phone to my co-worker ... no work on this vacation!). I didn't answer cause I thought they were calling me about work and then called my co-worker to find out if there was a crisis. She proceeded to tell me that the boss needed to talk to me. I "enthusiastically" asked ... fi wha?? Still not sure what he wanted so I went about my stuff for the day, and called when I thought there was nothing that could make the day go badly.

So, I called my boss and he proceeded to give me some wonderful news. In a previous post, I mentioned about my performance rating and how disappointed I was at the grade I got because of all the work I'd done this past year. Well ... after my discussion with him, he communicated with his manager who decided that she wanted to speak with me, and arranged to do so on her visit to Jamaica last week. The meeting took place, in which I again registered my disappointment in the rating I was given and justified my statement with factual evidence. She promised that she would look back at it and speak back to my boss about it and let me know. As I've witnessed the bull shit that happens in the corporate world, I followed suit of our conversation with an email summarizing our discussion and again stating my position. Believe me, there's a lot more to the story which I had actually started a post on but I'll leave out the sordid details.

Well, he called me on Friday to say that my performance rating had been changed to my well-deserved higher grade. Hence, an improved position for my oh so well deserved bonus payment!!!!

This news came at a time when I needed to hear it most and was so ecstatic that I could barely contain myself when he told me but I managed to just let out a sigh of relief and thank him for such wonderful news. Needless to say, after he hung up, I let out a scream in my car so loud, I'm sure people in the cars beside me could have heard!

So, I was a happy camper on Friday and this has continued into today and I positive that it will continue for the rest of this week. Merry Christmas to me!!!

Inspiration

This has been one of the most wonderful weeks for me. I have truly seen and felt the presence of God in my life and give him thanks for all he has done for me. In keeping with my joyous spirit, I got 2 emails this morning of true inspiration. Below is the link from one of the emails. Just click "View Presentation" after clicking on the link below.

Interview With God

The other email came in the form of picture attachments and for the rest of the week will share one picture each day.

God is Wonderful!

Lazin'

I'm on vacation people! 4 long weeks of lazin', chillin', relaxin', doin' nothin' ... lovin' it!

La Risposta

I felt a little adventurous this evening and so posted the title of my blog in Italian. Cool ain't it?? By the end of the post, you should know what it means.

Anyway, to the meat of the matter, as promised, I will be providing you with the link to

The answer to Einstein's Riddle.

Banking

I came across this email while searching for another and thought I should share. For those who work in the banking field, it will be a treat!!

Below is an actual letter sent to a bank in the United States. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have itpublished in the New York Times.

Dear Sir:

I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavoured to pay my plumber last month. By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honour it. I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire salary, an arrangement which, I admit, has only been in place for eight years. You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $50 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank. My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. I have noticed that whereas I personally attend to your telephone calls and letters, when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded faceless entity which your bank has become. From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person. My mortgage and loan repayments will, therefore and hereafter, no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate. You will be aware that it is an offence under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope.

Please find attached an Application Contact Status which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me,there is no alternative. Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof.

In due course, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which s/he must quote in dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modelled it on the number of button presses required to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Let me level the playing field even further. Press buttons as follows:
1. To make an appointment to see me.
2. To query a missing payment.
3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.
4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.
5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.
6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home.
7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required. Password will becommunicated at a later date to the Authorised Contact.
8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7.
9. To make a general complaint or inquiry. The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service. While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call.

Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.

May I wish you a happy, if ever-so-slightly less prosperous New Year?

Your Humble Client,
Banking Customer

At the request of Miss Margo

Miss Kick-Ass Margo tagged me with a list which I already did Here. So, here's the rest of it.

3 screen names I have:
1: FlavaBabe
2: CoolDestiny
3: HoneyLove

3 physical things I like about myself:
1: My smile
2: My Ass...it is to die for
3: My personality ... I'm so precious!

3 physical things I don't like about myself:
1: My extra sensitive skin
2: My belly
3: My excema

3 parts of my heritage:
1: Jamaican
2: Polish
3: ???

3 things that scare me:
1: Cockroaches
2: Evil people
3: Being lonely

3 of my everyday essentials:
1: Music
2: Cell Phone
3: Computer

3 of my favorite musicians:
1: Madonna
2: Usher
3: Mariah Carey

3 of my favorite songs:
1: Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman (Bryan Adams)
2: U Make Me Wanna (Usher)
3: Sky Fits Heaven (Madonna)

3 things I want in a relationship:
1: Trust
2: Passion
3: Humor
3a. Respect

3 lies:
1: I'm a lesbian
2: I love squid
3: I hate sex

3 of my hobbies right now:
1: Blogging
2: Interior Designing
3: Writing

3 things I want to do really badly now (with a special someone):
1: Make hot steamy sweaty passionate love
2: Play a game of Scrabble
3: Talk about everything

3 careers I've considered doing:
1: Go Go Dancer
2: Executive Secretary
3: Singer

3 places I would like to go on vacation to:
1: Paris
2: Australia
3: Switzerland (The land of chocolate)

3 kid's names I like:
1: Malik
2: Christanya
3: Anthoneil

3 ways that I'm a stereotypical guy:
1: I have the sex drive of a man
2: I love racing cars and rally races
3: I love Football (Soccer for the white folks)

3 ways that I'm a stereotypical girl:
1: I'm not a typical girl
2: I emotional
3: I'm a love addict

3 people I would like to see take this quiz:
1: Lady Serendipity
2: CrazySexyCool Bajan
3: BabyBlueLee

A Riddle

One of my oldest, dearest, bestest friend sent me this riddle. It took him 29 minutes to solve it. Now, he's of a higher intelligence level than I am in my opinion (he thinks differently) so I'm lucky if I get it in under that time. I started working on it today at 5:25 p.m. It is now 5:33 p.m. and I am totally lost! So, as you in my blog circle are such smarties ... give it a crack. The link my friend sent me has the answer linked at the bottom and I have fought very hard not to make that fateful click ... so I'll just place the riddle here and you all take a crack at it. To give everyone a chance, I'll leave the riddle open for suggested answers up to Tuesday, December 6 at 7:00 p.m. (Jamaica Time). Post your answers in the comments and on Wednesday ... no no no ... Thursday, December 8, I will click on the answer and post it. So ... have fun everyone!!

Einstein's Riddle

ALBERT EINSTEIN'S RIDDLE

ARE YOU IN THE TOP 2% OF INTELLIGENT PEOPLE IN THE WORLD?
SOLVE THE RIDDLE AND FIND OUT.

There are no tricks, just pure logic, so good luck and don't give up.

1. In a street there are five houses, painted five different colours.
2. In each house lives a person of different nationality
3. These five homeowners each drink a different kind of beverage, smoke
different brand of cigar and keep a different pet.

THE QUESTION: WHO OWNS THE FISH?

HINTS

1. The Brit lives in a red house.
2. The Swede keeps dogs as pets.
3. The Dane drinks tea.
4. The Green house is on the left of the White house.
5. The owner of the Green house drinks coffee.
6. The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds.
7. The owner of the Yellow house smokes Dunhill.
8. The man living in the centre house drinks milk.
9. The Norwegian lives in the first house.
10. The man who smokes Blends lives next to the one who keeps cats.
11. The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill.
12. The man who smokes Blue Master drinks beer.
13. The German smokes Prince.
14. The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.
15. The man who smokes Blends has a neighbour who drinks water.

ALBERT EINSTEIN WROTE THIS RIDDLE EARLY DURING THE 19th CENTURY. HE
SAID THAT 98% OF THE WORLD POPULATION WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SOLVE IT.

Copy-catting

So, I'm up again at 12:52 a.m. It sucks being at home sometimes. If I was with the bf, I'd be fast asleep in his arms or doing other wonderful stuff in his arms :-) but I digress.

I have just copy-catted something from CrazySexyCool Bajan's blog ... streaming video on my blog page. I'm so tired of stealing stuff from blogs. I need to come up with something all on my own. Is that possible? I'm not a programmer and pretty much like my stuff simple but some of the things I see are just so darn cool. I find some blogs over do it with the graphics, some are elegantly simple, some are ostentatiously cool, some of them downright suck. Nonetheless, it's always good to hear music while you read so enjoy my current selection of Sean Paul's We Be Burnin' ... this song is tight!

Good morning and I'm going back to sleep now.

Things not to do when you wake up at 1:30 a.m.

1. Try to have a conversation with anyone. You will either say too much, not remember having the conversation or both
2. Think that this is a good time to do that spring cleaning you should have done in ... spring?
3. Drink coffee, cappucino, lattes, coke or anything that will keep you awake
... you do want to sleep right?
4. Blog making stupid lists that will have everyone who reads it thinking "huh?"
5. Do games like THIS sent to you by your evil uncle.
6. Try to figure out how to post the cool Movie Quiz sent to you by
Lady Serendipity on this blog for people to do (I'm not doing too well at all ... I'm at 25/60 with the help of my Dad who got about 3 of them) .... how do you post links to files though? I wanna know.
7. Tell yourself you need to go back to bed but still at the computer trying to think of other cool stuff to put on this list.
8. Realize that you are still asleep and that you're actually sleep-walking, sleep-typing and sleep-thinking.
9. Accept the fact that your list just might not make it to 10.
10. Ha! I did make it to 10!! Good night ... er ... morning everyone!

One Wish For Jamaican Woman

It's Friday. It's pay day. What more could a girl ask for? I totally can't wait till 4:30 when I will exit the door of my office, never to see it again until Tuesday morning. I'll be working in Montego Bay Sunday & Monday ... I welcome the break from the office, the change of scenery and the long drive down.

Anyways, here's a smiley to start the weekend off right.

A Jamaican woman was walking along the banks of Dunn's River Falls when she stumbled upon a old empty bottle. She picked it up and rubbed it, and
lo-and-behold a Genie appeared.

She talked with him awhile then the Genie told her he would grant her ONE
wish.

She said she heard from a cousin that she would get three wishes if she ever found a Genie. The Genie said, "Nope, sorry three-wish genies nuh real, me is strictly a ONE-WISH Genie. So... what yuh want?" The woman didn't hesitate.

She said, "I want peace in the Middle East. See this map, I want these
countries to stop fighting with each other and I want all the Arabs to love Jews and Americans and vice-versa. It will bring about world peace and harmony. "

The Genie looked at the map and exclaimed, "Lawd Lady, A wah wrang wid yu? PLEASE BE REASONABLE! Dem countries yah a war fi how much thousands of years. Mi shut up inna dis bockle fi 'bout five hundred of dem dey years. Mi good but mi nuh dat good! Mi nuh know if mi can grant dis one. Do Lady, mek another wish!! Mi a beg yuh... Be reasonable."

The woman thought for a minute and said, "Well, I've never been able to find the right Jamaican man... You know, one that is considerate and fun, likes to dance and helps with the cooking & house-cleaning, is great in bed and is FAITHFUL. That's what I wish for... a good Jamaican man."

The Genie let out a long sigh, shook his head and said, "Mek mi see di map again!!!!"

Have a great weekend everyone.

Motives

In the wee hours of Sunday morning, I found myself watching Motives, an interesting story about a man, a woman, a friend, another woman, sex, money, business, murder. As you probably have figured out by now, there is infidelity, jealousy, revenge and destruction entwined in the plot of this movie. As any woman will probably think, my mind again wandered into thoughts of infidelity.

A couple years ago, maybe 10, 15 or so, infidelity, cheatin', bun and any other term used to describe this act, was thought to be something done mostly by the male species. I ask myself, why is it so hard for a man to remain faithful and keep his dick in his pants? This is not a general occurence as I know that there are men in the world, albeit the minority, who frown on such acts. What is so interesting to me is that most men who cheat on their partner say that if they found out their partner cheated on them, they would not trust them anymore and may end the relationship. Why is it that some women are so forgiving when their men blatantly cheat on them? It never ceases to amaze me.

What is also interesting is the increase in the number of women who are keeping 2 and 3 men, some to support their "hype" lifestyle, some for sexual pleasure, some to get as much $$ as possible to achieve some materialistic goal. The truth is, cheating is now an accepted norm, a way of life in our society. It is no longer thought to be a terrible act for the guilty person.

The truth too is that men do not handle these things as well as women. It is total devastation to a man if he finds out that his woman is talking to someone else much less rolling around in the sheets, sand, water, carpet, hot coals (smile). Why do they then continue to dish out what they can't take back? "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" means going down on a woman so she'll return the favour ...

Maybe the guys can tell us what it is that makes another woman so irresistable even if you have the woman of your dreams, meeting your every need waiting for you at home?? I wanna know!

What A Week!

This has been by far one of the worst weeks I've had. I felt very sad for no reason that I could come up with. Had many confrontations to deal with .. All in all, I'm glad the week is over and I'm looking forward to a more positive, upbeat, supercool week next week. If nothing else will cheer me up, pay day is next week so ...

On a more sad note, I saw a dead man today on the road leading to Old Harbour, right in the vicinity of Jamaica Broilers. He was apparently an elderly man who was riding on a bicycle. He died on the spot after being hit by a vehicle which seemed to have run over him. I wasn't able to determine which vehicle it was that hit him as there were 2 cars and a truck parked in awkward positions on the sidewalk/grass. It was just melancholy to know that 1 second before he died, he would not have thought that his # would have been called. May his soul rest in peace.

On a more disgusted note, there was a pile up of traffic lasting 1 1/2 hrs because of this man's dead body in the road. Yes, there was police on the scene. However, the simple task of regulating the traffic flow seemed to have eluded them as it was only when they were no longer on the scene that the traffic started to move freely. Note, I passed this man a total of 3 times going to and from my destination with the BF ... 1 of those times, no traffic, no police on the scene. On a return trip, police car parked in the middle of the road, policemen leaning up on police car, not directing traffic, no traffic. On trip 3, police doing only God knows what, causing the back up of traffic which I could speculate to have reached all the way to May Pen (ok ... a little exaggeration but you get my point).

That's basically been my week and weekend. The highlight of which was the spectacular back massage and facial I got at the spa today! Absolutely fabulous!! Tomorrow it will be hair and nails so that should end my weekend on a more smiley note.

CoolDestiny out!

When will they act?

As you may have heard, the Bog Walk Gorge was again flooded last night, leaving close to 200 people stranded after they attempted to cross, with at least one car being washed away by the angry waters of the Rio Cobre River. I'm trying to understand why the authorities have not sought to find a long term solution to this ongoing problem which occurs whenever there is heavy rainfall.

Do they have any idea how frustrating, tiring, annoying it is to drive on the Sligoville Road? Everytime I have to drive there, I say a silent prayer for my car and the wear/tear/battering it will go through driving on that road. There was talk recently about making Sligoville the main thoroughfare to Ocho Rios, and leaving the Bog Walk Gorge and the infamous Flat Bridge as a historical monument of Jamaica. I personally would protest that move.

The authorities need to decide once and for all what they intend to do about the recurring situation in the gorge ... and stop pussy-footing around the issue.

They need to get their act together!

A Wha Really a Gwaan?

Two things I’ve observed and must write about:

Traffic …

For the past 2 weeks, it has taken me less than 20 minutes to travel from Portmore to Down Town Kingston … very positive and means I can sleep a little bit longer. Yes, the Causeway bridge is newly paved, but still a significant amount of pot holes still remain on the thoroughfare … however, no lengthy traffic delays, neither morn or evening …Not complaining. Loving it big time and hope it will last. In speaking to my Kingston counterparts however, they are not experiencing the same luxuary. They still continue to experience significant delays making their way home in the evenings. Some of them are actually wishing they lived in Portmore when I tell them the time it takes me to get home. Maybe it's not fair game though, since I'm a "shotta" driver and take many a short-cuts and drive on many a sidewalks (just kidding) ... but still ...

Teargas … Mayors … and Law suits

Yesterday, the media reported of an incident in Kingston involving JLP Councillors and Mayors and the police. Teargas. The story came on the news last night but I saw it this morning and thought it was so dramatic. The Mayor of Kingston, collapsed on the road after being teargassed by the Police. The councillors say they were not breaking the law, the law enforcement officials say they were. People has cunningly suggested that the police are executing their "pay back" to the mayor for towing away police vehicles parked in no parking zones. It is indeed unfortunate that the mayor has had to use the police as an example, but one can understand why. Several of our JCF officers continue to act as though they are above the law, perpetrating and tolerating all manner of lawlessness. I witnessed a #81 bus on Spanish Town Road, form a 3rd lane going towards 3-Miles. A police car was coming in the opposite direction, a mobile reserve police car at that, turn a blind eye to the indecency which plagues our roads and was right in front of his face. What has happened to the Zero tolerance the Minister of Security spoke about? It is not being enforced, and I personally believe that if it was being done, we would have a much better nation. I commend the Mayor of Kingston on all that he has done and continue to do. My only fear is that he may be assassinated soon for all that he has done - nuh business who's toe him step pon. We need more people like that in society. I can't speak about the wrongs he does, but for the good I can see, I fully support him and his initiatives.

I believe the country is at a point where everyone feels the need to take a stand and make a statement. The masses are frustrated, both the rich and the poor, all classes in society have a sense of enough is enough, the police are also frustrated. The truth is, we have taken a lot of crap as a people, accepting with open arms whatever is fed to us. Our Government and other bodies are not held accountable for their actions and as such, continue to exploit, extort and take advantage of us. They are almost as, if not as bad as the gun men who hold you up and take all your earthly belongings. We have to take a stand, and make our position known, resolute and strong.

Will we ever get to that point in our wonderful homeland? The younger generation are in a position to make a difference, but it will take some time to change the "caan bodda" attitude we have inherited from our pre-decessors. We must believe that we can change our nation and take the necessary steps to do so. Are we game?

Real Quick Post

Well, I logged on just now to write briefly about my weekend, only to see this constant message:

"Scheduled Outage at 9PM PST"

indicating blogger will be down at that time ... so, my post will be even briefer ... (is that a word?) ...ok ... more brief!

Had a fairly good weekend. Had a killer migraine headache on Saturday, but I thoroughly enjoyed the BF taking wonderful care of me.

On Sunday, had to go to the car wash and have concluded that going to the car wash is one of the biggest time wasters ever known. I got to my car wash at 9:15 a.m. They open at 9 and I was car # 27. I didn't leave until 2:38 p.m. which was too late for me to get my laundry or my hair and nails done. So, you can imagine the sight of my hair and nails ... not all bad still, but definitely not looking as spankin' as my car ... it clean yu si!

Also, on Sunday, I started feeling a sharp pain in my wrist/hand middle and I am fearing that I have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. Will be getting that checked out cause that would severly impact my entire life!!

Hope y'all have a great week!

Disappointment

Nov. 13, 2005, 1:50 a.m.

Friday was a very disappointing day for me. After working so very hard this past year, I met with my manager to discuss my performance and to get my rating, only to hear that I was given an average rating! I was pissed and told him as much. Of course, I maintained professionalism and composure but I was hopping mad. My situation was a bit peculiar as I had been asked to take on a managerial role, while I was still expected to continue in my substantive role. The long and short of it, my substantive role suffered and this is what I was graded on, no consideration given to the additional responsibilities, work load, etc. What a way to show your appreciation!

Companies always want to get the most of employees while they give as little as possible. The last couple of months all you hear about is people fighting and losing wage negotiation battles. Everyone trying to improve their purchasing power and by extension their living standards. Companies on the other hand are trying to cut costs, and they usually start by cutting staff or cutting the little man's salary. The top bosses continue to take home the big bucks while the company is paying for their living expenses, employees are struggling to make ends meet. When Jackass seh di worl' nuh level, he knew exactly what he was talking about. Of course, my boss who, with all due respect has always seemed to be in my corner for the most part. But I've learnt to trust no one especially at work because they will do anything to get ahead, even if it means stepping on and crushing the hell out of you.

So, with the new financial year starting, I am thinking of giving up this managerial role which should end Dec. 30 but from the looks of things will be extended until only God knows when. I refuse to be used and quite frankly would like do the work I was hired to do.

What do you think?

"Be Kind ..."

Lady Serendipity ... This is uncanny!


Your wise quote is:

"Be kind to unkind people, they probably need it the most"
by Ashleigh Brilliant.

You try to look beyond apperance, try to give
people second chances and are probably very
kind. Understanding is your biggest personality
trait, and those you can see through should be
grateful. If they aren't already. You detest
narrow minded people, because they can't see
what's really there. Facades is not your thing
and you strive to always be who you really are.

What wise quote fits you? [pics]

Eyes ... The Window To Your Soul

TIGER EYES

You have Tiger Eyes!
Positive Traits:
Determined, Passionate, Loyal, Strong, Courageous
Negative Traits:
Aggressive, Ambitious, Domineering, Possessive, Vengeful

Your eyes are the windows to your soul. What type of eyes do you have?

brought to you by

SeVen

This took me a while but I stole this from Life's A Trip hosted by my blog twin Peter! These are all in random order by the way ...

Seven things I plan to do before I die:
7. Take a European Cruise
6. Become active in social work
5. Have 2 children
4. Own my own business
3. Do jury duty
2. Go back to NYC ... at least one time!
1. Own a BMW X5

Seven things I can do:
7. Cook and Bake ... love doing those. Can't wait to have my own home!!
6. Make a man feel good ... in every way .... (ok guys, stop drooling)
5. Type real fast ( ... is 120 wpm fast??)
4. Be patient
3. Tell it like it is
2. Be relied on
1. Love with everything I have

Seven things I cannot do:
7. Tolerate Stupidity
6. Knowingly take advantage of someone
5. Take a crap with someone in the bathroom with me
4. Drive slowly on an open road
3. Intentionally hurt someone (emotionally or physically)
2. Figure out assembling stuff without first reading the instructions at least twice (pathetic ain't it)
1. Pretend to like you when I don't

Seven things that I find attractive in a man:
7. Well groomed eyebrows
6. A man who respects women
5. Wonderful ass
4. An intellectual mind
3. Ambition
2. Luscious lips
1. Unconditional Love

Seven things I say most often:
7. "Shit"
6. "Oh Fuck"
5. "Yu too lie"
4. "But a wheh di raas yu a seh to mi"
3. "Oh no"
2. "Excuse Me?"
1. "Uh huh"

Seven celebrity crushes:
7. John Travolta
6. Lorenzo Llamas (anyone remember Falcon Crest)
5. Shemar Moore
4. Harrison Forde
3. Pierce Brosnan
2. LL Cool J (gotta love those lips!!)
1. Boris Kodjoe

Seven bloggers I must now tag:
7. Mad Bull
6. Serendipity
5. BabyBlueLee
4. Small Island Girl
3. Rae
2. Amanda-Jayne
1. Trouble (can't wait to see his list)

Sensationalism

Yesterday on my way to Linstead, upon approaching St. John’s road, I got caught up in a funeral procession. At first, I thought I would have been in for a minor delay as the procession moved towards the turn off to the final resting place for the dead, either at Dovecot or Meadowrest. Before I had a chance to accept what was happening around me, before I knew it, the road was filled with a sea of cars on either side of me, making 4 lanes in the supposed 2-way street. The view of pimp-looking men in felt hats and leopard/tiger/alligator print suits is not what I was hoping for in my Sunday afternoon. Then, there were the grieving females in pants suit fit only for the Quad and dresses fit only for Ceasars. I shook my head. Then, a few chains up, were a few buses with loads of people waving anything they could get their hands on, singing and chanting, girls asses hanging out the window, the sight of weaves of all colours. Soon I saw in my rear view mirror the approach of a full white vehicle, pulling a chariot-type back which carried the casket which contained I suppose the dead body of some area leader or don or gun man whose life was “suddenly” cut short.

I don’t mean to sound sinister in my description of these events, but I have to ask … what has happened to the respect of the dead? I’m sure that the happenings I witnessed were probably indicative of the life this person lived while on this earth but … gosh … it is just so low, I think. Anyway, police came to mash up the “party”. I didn’t wait to see how it turned out because a JDF jeep with soldiers carrying major looking weapons, followed suit behind the police and I just didn’t want to be around if things got ugly as I was caught between the head and the tail of the procession. After law enforcement passed, I proceeded to turn around to drive on Old Harbour Road instead to make my way to my destination.

Ha! Thought it was all over as I cruised along OHR, turned onto Featherbed Lane and proceeded through Jobs Lane … and again … I met up on the funeral procession, again causing delay to my journey. Ugh!Not sure if it was the same one as when I had turned back, I saw 2 other hearses making their way so it turned out to be 3 funeral processions in 1. Peaceful, decent, law-abiding citizens like myself can’t even make our way without being subjected to the actions and behaviour of the lawless.

My Life Rating

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	7.1
Mind:	6.7
Body:	4.8
Spirit:	7.9
Friends/Family:	3.7
Love:	8.5
Finance:	7.1
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

This I stole from BB. I do think if you answer the questions in all honesty, then the rating you get should be accurate or as close to reality as possible. Mine is pretty accurate too. Didn't tell me anything I didn't already know. But, I guess sometimes the more you see things or hear things, the more you accept them and decide to take action if necessary. Have a great week everyone.

Dickology 101

The very intuitive Becky Banton, being the woman she is, so eloquently asked in her comment if there's a a version of my last post, NC-17, for the guys ...

Well, here it is ...

Pick Your Choice.... Be Honest

If you are a dude,which of these do you think you have and be honest with yourself and if you are a female which of these have you had or wish you had.

DICKOLOGY 101

MISERABLE DICK - When the guy is extremely handsome. He says the right things,does the right things. When it comes to sex, he is lacking in this department. He sucks your tits too hard, kisses your mouth too long, stays around your neck forever, fingers you like a GYN Doctor, licks your pussy like he was in a track meet and has a very small dick. You try to give him some head and only find that you are actually sucking a pacifier. This is so miserable. You think, "how can a guy so fine, so polite have weak game?" To top everything off ladies, how about just when in your mind your going to try to get the best out of this even if you have to make yourself cum and he beats you to the punch. DAMN, I cannot believe he came in 3 minutes!!!

TOLERABLE DICK - This is funny dick. He eats major pussy. He eats it so good, your knees feel a little weak. It was good enough to make you shed a tear. Then he puts his dick in, for you to realize that you cannot really feel it!! His stroke is irregular and non-rhythmic. You work with it by riding out on it as if you were in a Wild Wild West Movie. You hold your pelvic real tight and try to visualize the last big dick you had to get your mind off this less than filling dick. It's funny because in the man's mind he'll say, that we just have big pussy's from having too much sex and that is why we cannot feel him. Only for them to forget that the pussy is a muscle that accommodates! the size of the penis. If she has had children already it will only shrink so much.

INTERNET DICK - Well, how would we define this type of dick? You see, online they talk a damn good game. You meet and you fuck. The catch is you had an orgasm online, over the phone and a fake orgasm in person. But, there are some Internet dicks that are exceptions to this definition. Bottom line____________. HE COULD NOT MAKE YOU CUM!!

OVERWHELMED DICK - I believe this dick ladies we all can testify to. Like, Whoa! This is the type of dick you misjudged. You saw some signs of weakness in this man. He always caters to you and really does not discuss what he can do in bed with you. When kissing him, you notice you make his knees weak. You hold out on giving him some and tease him. You know what size dick he has because you have either A:given him some mean-ass head. Or B: Stroked it while he was wearing pants or boxers. So, you thought in your mind, "I am going to pussy feed and whip him." Only to find he laid the "SMACK DOWN" on your pussy. He had you in a figure eight. You were so overwhelmed that you could not even speak. Your whole pre-calculated fuck was down the drain. He had more game than you. He was like an energizer bunny that kept going and going. You could not even hang. Now you look at him in a different light.

PUNISHABLE DICK - This is the dick that pisses me off the most. You see, the guy you're sleeping with punishes your pussy. If he, had a bad or good day at work, "he punishes your pussy." If he, had a good or bad meal, "he punishes your pussy." If he's pissed off at you, "he punishes your pussy." No matter what, "he punishes your pussy." It is easy to tell if the guy your with falls into this category. He always uses phrases like these when he is fucking you: "DON'T RUN FROM THIS DICK", "AIN'T THIS SOME GOOD DICK, "TELL ME YOU LIKE THIS DICK," "WHAT IS MY NAME," "WHOSE PUSSY THIS BELONGS TO," "I DON'T HEAR YOU TALK! ING SHIT NOW" and finally, "YOU LIKE WHEN DADDY GETS THIS PUSSY AND WHIPS IT!"! While all this is being said, heis literally smacking your ass, fucking your walls sore, sweat is dripping like it was raining and he acts like he is in a fight.

GUILTY DICK - Ladies who have cheated on their man temporarily can say, "AMEN" to this type of dick. Ladies, this is the type of dick that makes you cry and confess to your man you fucked someone else. The guilty dick made you want to tell everybody. Guilty dick is in a class of it's on. Guilty dick make you look and feel different about the dick you got at home.Guilty dick made you have multiple orgasms. Made you cry and you had no clue to why. This dick is so intense, when it is being administered it sent you in a trance. He has a slow long stroke, sweats on you, asks you if you're comfortable about six times, you started at 6 PM and it is now going on 9PM and he is not tired and has not cum! yet. He licks on your pussy as if hewas a baby cat licking warm milk, he savors it like you're the main coursemeal, he smells it like fine wine and does not rush from the spot, he flipsyou over and begins licking your pussy from the back and your ass at the same time. He takes his fingers and inserts them in your pussy and looks at you, offers you a taste and begins sucking the ice/cum off of his fingers. By now you're in shock and forgot all about your man. You act as if you wanthim to stop, but the pussy is screaming for more. He has at least two inches more than your man. Guilty dick makes you think in your mind for a split second,"Oh Baby! I am sorry." Guilty dick in the end you try to avoid. When you're back with yourman, you're wondering why he cannot perform like guilty dick. You even havethe nerve to get mad and then instruct him to do what guilty dick did to you.

PLEASURABLE DICK - This is good convenient dick. Easy dick. Dick you can call when your body needs a f! ix. You might as well call it "SPLAKEVELLIE." He gives you major head like GUILTY DICK and fucks you like GUILTY DICK.Only thing is, you do not have a man, so you're not feeling guilty. Whenever you call the dick is ready. His dick craves your pussy. This dick is available anytime, anyplace. (now this is the one I know)

GAWD DAMN DICK! - Ladies, now this is dick that will definitely send you to hell if your not married to it. This dick is just like PLEASURABLE and GUILTY DICK. His dick is any where from 8 to 11inches long and the circumference of a half dollar. This dick makes you numb, cry and pray all at the same time. While he is getting it doggy style you look towards the heavens and say, "GOD DAMN THIS IS SOME GOOD DICK!"!

CAP'N DICK - This is the gold mine dick. This dick is the dick that you commit yourself too. You do not cheat on it and you keep it a well kept secret. In fact, you constantly crave and feign for this dick. When you get this dick,! you go through covulsions. This is the dick that makes you EVERREADY. You call in sick from work for it. GOSH!!! This dick is so major it is OVERWHELMED DICK, PEASURABLE DICK, GUILTY DICK, and GOD DAMN DICK all in one. This is the dick that you want to put insurance on, just in case anything should happen to it. This dick makes you stutter while speaking and have you nervous for no reason.

NC-17

I feel this urge to be naughty on my blog. Before I continue, the next post is rated NC-17. For those who are averse to adult content, need no longer read further in this post as the contents may shock you ... For the other smutty-minded readers - enjoy!

For The Love Of ...

If you are a man, I think that you can agree there are many types of pussy that a man can experience. If you are a woman, I think that you can agree that every man does not react to your pussy the same. These are just some reasons why men act different to different pussies. Every man has had at least one or more, if not all, of these and may or may not want to remember the experience.

LAZY PUSSY- this is when there is no movement on the woman's part except trying to stop full thrust of the dick into the pussy. She says faster, faster but still is not putting any effort into the action at hand.

THE WENDY'S WINDOW PUSSY- This is the girl you pick up around 12:30 am, when everyone is sleeping and she knows that you are coming so she is waiting by the door. You don't have to beep the horn or call her from the car because she knows the deal. She usually is not the best looking girl. You are never seen with this girl in public places and you hate that she mentions your name to her friends. There is no reason to ask how your day was because it is too late for conversation. It is all agreed upon before she even gets in the car. Nine out of ten times, there is no talk of relationship, because that might spoil the mood.

THE CONQUERED PUSSY- This is the girl who teased you for about two or three years and finally you do get your chance and you please the pussy in a way it has never been pleased before. Now, you have this girl calling you and wondering when y'all can HOOK-UP again. There is no pussy better than THE CONQUERED PUSSY.

THE ALL-INCLUSIVE PUSSY- this is when you get all the benefits of sex. The pussy is yours for the taking. Whether it is night or day, still in her church dress type pussy. The pussy smells like roses even after sex and taste better than candy. Not only is the pussy yours whenever or wherever you want it; she gives you ALL the sexual favors you can imagine. The head is tremendous, the kind that you write your niggas in jail about and she can handle the dick when you hit from the back. To top it off, she is not scared to take it in the ass. This is in close running with THE CONQUERED PUSSY for the best pussy to ever get.

THE OUT OF TOWN PUSSY- this is the pussy you met on the last trip you and the fellas took. She only keeps in touch via email and she does not want a long distance relationship. She visits only at your discretion and always comes alone but is always willing to bring a friend. She is number one when you go back to that city and only wants to have lunch to catch up on missed conversation. THE OUT OF TOWN PUSSY is necessary for the travelling single man.

THE FRUSTRATION PUSSY- this is the girl you call when you need to let some loose. You decide to call her when your day at work is miserable. You may even set this up before leaving work or on the way home. The only reason for this activity to take place is to get your mind off of other things. Afterwards, you might even think to yourself and say why did I just do that. The girl who is receiving the dick usually doesn't mind because she doesn't get much action to begin with. THE FRUSTRATION PUSSY is sometimes THE WENDY'S WINDOW PUSSY.

THE FREQUENT FLIER PUSSY- this is the girl you know is fucking around, but you just don't care. She has lubrications that are half way used already. She always has condom wrappers in the bathroom trash and beer in the fridge. The only reason why you keep fucking is because it's good, she's not bad looking and there could never be a relationship. It has not been proven, but she could have fucked one of the guys you use to go to school with. The pussy is not loose, but it is not THE HANDS ON THE HIPS PUSSY. I'll get to that later.

TIME TO GO PUSSY- this is the pussy that when the pants come off of her you can smell the nahh nahh. Fellas, if this happens it is not even worth the two bars of soap it will take to get rid of the stench left on your dick. This occurs with girls you bring home from the club, so to avoid this, take a good wiff while in the car with her or better yet invite her to take a shower with you.

THE TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT PUSSY- this is the girl everyone expects you to fuck. You haven't touched her because she either has a big mouth, lives next door or is a close friend of the family's relative. There is also a chance that she is all three. She is cute but you know the consequences. She continues to tease you with the pussy and at any moment when the both of you are alone, she lets you know that she wants to fuck. The best thing to do is fuck her friend.

THE HANDS ON THE HIPS PUSSY- this is the girl that you fucked only one time because she could not handle the dick. No matter position y'all tried, she complains that it hurts. Not only is she screaming like you are murdering the woman, but she puts her hands on your hips so that you can't get your full stroke-on. It is like fucking with half of your dick. She does not know the proper way to suck dick so there is no pleasure there and doggy style to her is just Snoop's first album. This is by far the worst pussy a man can get.

SHORTCHANGED PUSSY-When the woman is extremely sexy and beautiful. She moves the right way and oozes sensuality. When it comes to sex, she has no clue. The very thought of stroking this pussy can make you cum before its time. She talks a good game with no experience. Kissing her is like watching a cartoon. When she tries to guide your dick into her pussy, she cuts it with her nails. By the time you get another boner, her pussy is dry and feels like sandpaper. By the time you get in, you find out that she's tight but can't work her
waistline. You start thinking to yourself, "how can such a fine woman be so feeble? You decide that you're going to make the best of a bad situation and get your rocks off when she says "don't cum in me because I'm not taking anything."


YES M'AM PUSSY-This is the kind of pussy your mother warned you about. This pussy is often misjudged because of the owners meek mannerisms. She is quiet, reserved, independent and shows no inkling of the treasure that lies between her thighs. She seems to be a scholarly type but not quite prudish. You think to yourself "I'm gonna tear this pussy up," only to find that she was only playing possum. You were so caught off guard that your whole game plan needed instant revision. She was your equal having as much game as you. You must give her credit realizing that you came too close too of having your brains fucked out.
Gentleman, be wary of this pussy and be prepared. Your best defense is a good offense and a long stiff thick dick with staying power.


WHOA PUSSY-Men who have cheated on their woman temporarily can say, "AMEN" to this class of pussy or Men whom found his pussy and married it. Men, this is the class of pussy that makes you insane, (if cheating: makes you want to confess to your woman that you fucked someone else. The WHOA pussy made you want to tell somebody. WHOA pussy is in a class of its own. WHOA pussy will make you look and feel different about the pussy you got at home. WHOA pussy makes you bust several nuts (i.e., multiple orgasms). Makes you want to cry and you have no clue to why. This pussy is so intense, when it is wrapped around your dick or your face it sends you into a trance and you say shit you wouldn't normally say. She has a smooth, undulating motion, constantly asks you if you’re comfortable, she savors it like you're the main course meal. You can get sprung off this type pussy.

THE STALKER PUSSY-This is the pussy that pisses you off the most. You see, the woman you boned for a fling or as a favor keeps coming back like a bad cold. If she has a bad day at work, she "stalks your dick." If she has a bad meal, "she stalks your dick." If she has a bad hair day, she "stalks your dick." If she sees an ex, she “stalks your dick." No matter what, she "stalks your dick." It is easy to tell if the woman you're with falls into this category. She always uses phrases like these when she is fucking you: "DON'T RUN FROM THIS” “WHAT'S MY NAME?" "WHO'S DICK IS THIS?" "TALK TO ME DADDY, I DON'T HEAR YOU TALKING!”

GODDAMN PUSSY-Men, now this is pussy that will definitely send you to hell if you're not
married to it. This pussy is just like YES M'AM and WHOA pussy. Her pussy is snug – tight and juicy. She can accommodate larger than average size dick. She has good control of her pussy muscles which can make any size dick feel like at home. This pussy makes you weak to your knees when she's around you. While you are giving it to her in missionary style, just
the look on her face is enough to make you cum, or while she's Riding on top, you look towards the heavens and say, GODDAMN THIS IS SOME GOOD pussy!!"

"JAH BLESS" PUSSY-Gentlemen, this is the gold mine pussy this pussy is the pussy that you commit yourself too. You do not cheat on it and you keep it a well kept secret. In fact, you constantly crave and feign for this pussy. When you get this pussy, you go through convulsions. This is the pussy that makes you READY even when you ain't. You call in sick from work for it. This pussy is so major it is YES M'AM pussy, WHOA pussy and GODDAMN pussy all in one. This is the pussy that you want to put insurance on, just in case anything should happen to it. This pussy makes you stutter. The pussy you want your future children to come through, the pussy that you're convinced was made strictly for you.

I Quit!

This past week was one of those where I was so close to just taking my bags and all the stuff in my desk and just come home. I knew being an adult wasn't easy but I didn't count on it being this disgusting at times. Work just sucks. I love my job very much. What I hate about it is the people I have to work with, whether directly or indirectly who are either lazy, stupid or just don't give a shit. This week was one of those weeks where your activities are as follows:

1. Monday morning: get to work, make your "to do list" for the day. List has 25 items.
2. You proceed to attempt to complete tasks 1 by 1.
3. In the middle of task 1, you get a phone call/fax/email which calls for the interruption of task 1. The phone/email/fax now becomes task 2 and task 1 becomes task 0.5.
4. In the middle of now task 2 (notice your list is now at 26 items), you get another call/fax/email/visit from customer ... or worse all 4 or 3 out of 4 ... your list is now 30 items
5. You continue to experience 2, 3, and 4 throughout the entire day.
6. You are trying so hard to finish what you're doing that you don't even realize that you didn't eat your lunch, much less order it.
7. At the end of the day, you realize that of your original list of 25, you have only managed to complete 3 items, thus carrying over the incomplete items to add to tomorrow's list of "things to do"

Grrrr!!!

And ... when you depend on other person/departments to make things run smoothly and they
fuck up royally, it makes you even more pissed off at the situation. I love a challenge but after doing this job for the past 7 years, I feel that I need to expand my horizons into other areas. However, I suffer somewhat because I'm the most experienced one in my area, next in line to my boss when it comes to knowing the business we are in. So, I don't see them letting me go anytime soon. Not that I'm indispensible but ...

So, this was one of those hellish weeks that had me thinking I should take my 4-weeks vacation starting Monday. Unfortunately, that won't be possible right now and that sucks big time!!

Anyhoo, I'm just rockin' that it's the weekend, I don't have to be at work (well, sort of ... I work on call), don't have to deal with bull shit and idiots so ... I'm cool!

Have a smokin' weekend everyone.

Sex Or Something Else?

Here is a fun little game I got sometime back and have now decided to share it in the blogosphere.

Click Here To Let The Fun Begin!!

Let me know how y'all did!

As we continue to endure the pains of driving in traffic, on roads in desperate need of repairs following the recent rains, prepare for some more wet weather as predicted by the meteorological service, we can take pleasure in the more positive things in life, such as this view taken by me yesterday on my way home on the causeway, in traffic.  

Scary!!!

After all the rains, now the sunshine and now this. The picture you are looking at is a picture of a section of the Bog Walk gorge. Yes, people, the road that has been blocked/closed since the heavy rains. Don't ask how I got to be taking this pic this morning but for those who might be wondering what it's like around there ... this is only one of the worst sections there. The men who were hustlin' and letting us through, told us that the hole was approximately 10 ft deep and they have filled it with rocks, dirt, etc. to a level so as to allow vehicles to pass. No rally cars please, no lowered VTEC Integras, no Evos, no imprezzas, absolutely nothing lowered. I took some video footage also which I will attempt to post soon but believe me, it was scary looking down into a 10 foot hole.

“ …One Bottle of Milk of Magnesia, Please … “

Antigua Trip Conclusion

The food sucked. Put plainly and simply. I spend a lot of time in the loo on account of the “fine cuisine” at the hotel. My stomach is a funny one, doesn’t deal too well with drastic culinary changes. So, I was well prepared with my trusty stomach aids aka Tums, Extra Strength (maybe I should have put that in the title). I won’t gross you out with the details of size, frequency, colour, consistency, etc. of by BM … that would be too much for you to handle.

After about 3 days, Wednesday evening to be exact, was when my tummy was almost back to normal … 2 days before my return home, at which time, my stomach will go through the process all over again! Not a picnic for sure.

Anyhow, the week turned out to be nice. Apart from the learning experience, I got a chance to meet some very nice people, display my singing talent at a Karaoke, displayed my dancing talent to the group as punishment for being late one afternoon, and watching some of the other participants’ tearful goodbyes as we left the hotel on Friday morning. All in all a good week, with a few (un)-mention-ables …. :-)

C ya everyone.

Holiday ... Celebrate ...

I really need to stop coming with these "song-inspired" titles ... any guesses for this one?

I'm home again today having been boxed in by the effects of Wilma, making all major roads on which I would drive to get to work completely impassable. I was lucky enough to make it through Sligoville and into Portmore but that was where my journey ended. Another day wasted, another day unproductive, another day of rest. I don't mind the resting part but when I think about the pile up of work that will be there waiting for me, especially since I'd been gone all of last week, I'm sure whatever rest I've gotten will be eroded in a heartbeat whenever I do get back to work.

In the absence of anything of significance to post, here is a joke for you to have a laugh, no matter how small. Take care everyone:


Diary of A Woman's 6-Day Bahamas Cruise

DEAR DIARY .... DAY ONE

I am all packed and ready to get on the cruise ship. I've packed all my pretty dresses and make-up. I'm really excited.

DEAR DIARY .. DAY TWO

We spent the entire day at sea. It was beautiful and we saw some whales and dolphins. What a wonderful vacation this has started to be. I met the Captain today and he seems like a very nice man.

DEAR DIARY .. DAY THREE

I spent some time in the pool today. I also did some shuffle boarding and hit some golf balls off the deck. The Captain invited me to join him at his table for dinner. I felt honored and we had a wonderful time. He is a very attractive and attentive gentleman.

DEAR DIARY ... DAY FOUR

Went to the ship's casino ... did OK ... won about $80. The Captain invited me to have dinner with him in his state room. We had a luxurious meal complete with caviar and champagne. He asked me to stay the night but I declined. I told him there was no way I could be unfaithful to my husband.

DEAR DIARY ... DAY FIVE

Went back to the pool today and got a little sunburned. I decided to go to the piano bar and spend the rest of the day inside. The Captain saw me and bought me a couple of drinks. He really is a charming gentleman. He again asked me to visit him for the night and again I declined. He told me that if I didn't let him have his way with me he would sink the ship. I was appalled.

DEAR DIARY ... DAY SIX

I saved 1600 lives today .... twice ...

“ … and your room-mate is … “

Upon our arrival to the Airport in Antigua, it was pouring pussies and dogs. We were whisked through customs and immigration, not having to wait in line and were picked up and given a tour of the island by one of the senators.

We got to the hotel and all looked nice … at first. We stayed at the Royal Antigua Hotel on the south side of the island. We proceeded to the check in desk and went through the usual procedure. After completing the preliminaries, I was told that I would have a room mate, who had already arrived and checked in … A Room-mate??? WTF??? Now, I would prefer not to have a room-mate, I’m not used to having to share accommodations with a complete stranger. Don’t get me wrong … I don’t have a problem with having a room-mate. I have a problem with the sponsoring organization not communicating this ahead of time so as to avoid the “shock and awe” response of everyone who came only to hear that they would be sharing rooms.

So, I went to my room, wondering who she was, was she cool, all the usual questions … We hit it off so nicely that people thought we knew each other before the seminar. It was amazing at how comfortable we were with each other. She was skeptical too, and was wondering the same thing I was and neither of us was disappointed … (See, I told you that to know me is to love me, and I’m a very cool person … ). My room mate was also very cool, from Guyana, my age and just plain nice.

Anyway, I found the other persons who came for the seminar to be quite friendly and we meshed like a group on the first night at dinner before the seminar started. It was so refreshing. Persons from T&T, Barbados, Bermuda, Bahamas, St. Lucia, St. Vincent, Grenada, Antigua (duh) etc., etc., etc. The training was also very informative. I’m glad I accepted the invitation to go as I learnt a lot about International Labour Standards and Framework Agreements.

Then comes the exciting part …

It's Rainin' My Body's Callin'

It's been raining consistently for the past 9 days I've been told, only having returned on Friday in rain and it has been raining ever since ... non-stop ... heavy ... light ... moderate ... and all other meteorological terms used to describe the weather.

Most people are quite annoyed with the rain considering it has caused the postponement of several events scheduled to be celebrated over this holiday weekend. I can't say I blame them, but for me ... personally ... I LOVE THE RAIN. Just listening to the sounds of it beating against my window, on my room, my car glass and on me, it is just so soothing, mesmerizing and extremely erotic. I think the rain is just sexy.

Can anyone name the tune and singer of my blog title for today? Sorry ... no cool prizes to offer but think it might be fun to add a guessing game today.

I drove through the bog walk gorge the on Friday evening and believe me, it is a sight when that Rio Cobre river is as angry as it has been in all this rain. I took some video of it with my camera and will attempt to post it shortly.

Today, my parents and I are going to a sort of family reunion in Westmoreland so I'm just killing time waiting for the bus to come with the rest of the kin to take us down. I'm not enthused about going on a bus on such a long journey. I feel uncomfortable taking a bus from home to work, something I've not done in the past 7 years or so. So I'm hoping that everything will go well. I'm silently praying that they will postpone the trip but don't think they will, considering that a few family members came from the states just for the event.

So, good mornin' to y'all and hope you have a great, fun-filled WET WET day!

My blog posts about my trip to Antigua would not be complete without a beautiful view of the sky, sunset to be exact. This picture is the view from my room at the hotel. 

“ … BWee 414, Charlie, Ecko, Romeo to tower … “

As mentioned in two previous posts, I traveled to Antigua on Sunday. As usual, my trip is always an eventful one with some amount of excitement. I met a friend at the airport who was actually going on the same training session as me and was sitting in the seat beside me so that was cool. We left a little bit late (not surprising) and expected to land in Antigua at 3:55 p.m.

By the time we took off and were on our way, there was a lot of turbulence as a result of the weather system over the Caribbean. We took it at face value until we were told by the pilot that we should be arriving in Antigua at 4:00 p.m and at 4:40, we were still in the air circling around the airport because of poor visibility, hence preventing the plane to land, in addition to the fact that there were 2 planes ahead of us also waiting to land. You can imagine the anxiety experienced feeling the plane speed up, then slow down, wheels opened only to speed up again, wheels go back in and we do that for a couple of times well without success. A gentleman across the row took the whole thing so seriously that he took out the life jacket from underneath his seat! That was not a comforting sight at all.

We all know that Air J has some of the best pilots in the world. I have flown on several airlines both international and domestic and am yet to come across pilots that handle the aircraft with such skill and expertise. This was a BWIA flight and when the pilot finally landed, I thought that one of the plane’s tires must have sustained some serious damage. I mean, it could almost have been described as a “crash” landing the way it sounded and the way it felt. Nonetheless, this was the first time I have applauded when the plane landed … and with good reason. The BWIA pilot did ok under the circumstances.

This is just the first part of the story of my Antigua trip so stay tuned!

The Oral B Triumph

The day before I left for Antigua, I saw an advertisement on cable for “The Oral B Triumph”. This is supposed to be the toothbrush of all toothbrushes. Oral B’s slogan ‘ “Brush Like A Dentist” is taking the toothbrush generation to a whole new level. Long gone are the days where you had a simple reach toothbrush … I’m not sure what there was before, I remember the reach toothbrush and Colgate Toothpaste … the toothpaste issue of which I will get to in a couple minutes.

Now-a-days, you have a toothbrush for supposed every known mouth issue – a toothbrush with a tongue scrubber on the opposite side, toothbrush with a dental floss thingie attached to the end, brushes with bristles designed to get between the teeth while brushing, brushes with extra length and at various angles to get to those “difficult to reach back teeth” and I could go on and on.

As for toothpaste, it is an even greater horror. It’s no longer just the regular Colgate. It’s now Colgate with Tartar Control, Baking Soda, Whitening, Gingivitis-preventing, mouth-wash, fluoride, mint flavoured, with pesticide and the lord knows what else formulated to give you the freshest breath, the whitest teeth, the cleanest tongue, the most beautiful smile, the most healthy gums and blah blah blah!!

What ever happened to just getting a toothpaste and toothbrush to keep your teeth clean. Man how times have changed. With all the products on the market to keep teeth clean and breath fresh, we still have people walking around with bad breath. It must be because they are so frickin’ confused as to what to get that they just decide to stick with just rinsing their mouth with water!!

Later dudes and dudettes …

Are we stressed or what???

I got this email the other day containing four pictures, 1 of which I've posted this morning. The pictures are supposed to tell us if we are stress or not. The pictures are stationery, and the more they move, the more stressed we are ... What you think?

Oh No ... Not Again!

Once again, I will be away from home for 1 week. I will be travelling to Antigua for a training seminar next week and as such will need to be away from my man ... again. I know I should be used to this by now, but it's like everytime it happens, it is a little bit harder to deal with and not easier. We have accepted the fact that I will travel from time to time, but the thought of us being apart is absolute torture. I'm not sure who is more depressed about it, him or me ... but sometimes I think it is a welcomed break for him ... [you know how you men are :-)].

Anyway, today will be a busy day in preparation for the trip and for me to get as much lovin' to last me for the time I'm away!

Enjoy the weekend everyone and next week if I don't get to blog while I'm away.

Forces of Evil

A couple nights ago, I watched the movie, "The Exorcism of Emily Rose". I have a passion for movies about the supernatural, particularly those that have themes about demonic possession. Among my favourites have been Stigmata and The Ninth Gate, Emily Rose now being added to my list.

Everytime I watch these movies, it gets my mind in a place that is sometimes very scary. I have a curious mind when it comes to the supernatural, demonic possession and religious rituals, but have a fear of being penetrated by the evil forces that control these states of mind. I was brought up in the church and believe in God. While I've not been an active church goer for about 4 years now, my relationship with God has never dwindled. However, the forces of the devil are so strong that I sometimes wonder if I should shy away from watching these types of movies, seeking information about evil. Technology has taken things a step further by incoporating visions of evil in cartoons, made-for-tv movies, video games, things that once were thought of to simply be a means of entertainment.

Is it possible that all the evil that permeates the earth today be as a result of mankind opening its mind to becoming possessed more easily than in the past? Some of the acts being committed these days leave one only to wonder what could possess a person to commit an act such as those we have seen across the world in the last 10 years or so. Evil has existed since the beginning of time, but have we turned our backs on religion and God, thus making ourselves more vulnerable to be overcome by the dark angel?

These are questions to which I had the answers. I tread carefully whenever I am putting myself in a position to be exposed to direct evil, and avoid it at all costs.

Watching this movie got me thinking too about how I would deal with a situation such as this, or if I was in the same situation as this young girl, what effect it would have on my family and loved ones. It's very scary but I simply keep God in my midst.

Why help never arrived ...  

World's Best Divorce Letter

Dear Connie,

I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride has cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does.

Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says "There's no one like you, Connie." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation.

She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial.

What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I'm never really thought of that before.

I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'm tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.

Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story.

Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy."

Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really is. So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.

And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fuelled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you. It's true, Connie. In your heart you must know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can.

If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.

Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is?

Love, Dan