Monday, November 14, 2011
Happy birthday to my favorite little person, Miss Haven
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Enthralled, yet undecided about down-south livin'..........
If you know me well enough, chances are, you've heard me gripe about living in Cincinnati.
Don't get me wrong. It's a great place if you like 6-7 months of winter, or one freezing day and a steaming hot day the next, conservatives run amuck, there are no available single men, it's boring, folks are stuck up for no reason, mean, rude, attitudes, ghetto, okay, I guess I'll stop there.
I'm sure there are places just as bad as Cincinnati, or worse down south: but I'm willing to take the time to find out. I am ready to move down south. Something about all of it entices me. I don't know what I like more, the delicious-mouth watering food, the laid-back atmosphere, the men and their lazy, yet exciting (me) accents........it's just all so wonderful. Yeah, I know, the last time I literally lived down south when I was a small child. But I've visited enough to have a pretty good feeling about it. All I know is that they're not giving you the evil eye for just existing in Florida and Tennessee like they do here in the Nati. And I know they're not breaking out the really heavy coats until January, if they have to break them out at all.
I know, I know, not everything about the south is wonderful. For some reason, for a while now, I've been curious about Houston. Everything about it seems like it would be so much more wonderful than Cincinnati. The worst complaints that I've heard so far is that the sun is hotter than hell itself and that everything's spread out. Two minor annoyances that I can easily tolerate for a change of scenery that I've been subjected to for the past two decades. I know perhaps two people in the entire city. Yet, I'm ready to venture into a city over 7 million people because 1) I'm surely to find a job and a place to live and 2) much more easily than I have in the Nati, a good down south toothpick-sporting, horse-riding type of guy.
And yeah, I know, some of those southerners are playboys. Just like guys in Cincinnati and everywhere, we'll have those few who are incapable of keeping it in their pants. My girl and I joked about how southern guys are just as doggish as northern guys, they're just But there was something I noticed on my first ever trip to Memphis that I have YET to see in Cincinnati.....the love that the black couples seemed to have for one another. Everywhere you looked, was a man with his arm around a woman or holding her hand. It struck me an unbelivable, yet nice sight. Correct me if I'm wrong, but this is a rarely seen sight in Cincinnati, where all the couples are PDA incapable. And the guys down south are so attentive. So attractive. So sexy. Those southern twangs/accents sends my mind into the gutter.
Even the women are much nicer. Not looking at you like they stole your bike, in Cincinnati. But then again, I'm not looking at them.
For the record, I have nothing against gay people. However, this is one of many reasons why I cannot do Atlanta. I can't move to a place that has such a huge population of men pretending to be straight when they really want to date and sleep with the boy next door. Plus, add that celebrity element to the town: I'm not a snooty snob like that.
I like Memphis too: however, people are always trying to tell me how horrible the crime is and how ghetto the people are. Apparently, they have never been through Cincinnati's rougher parts. Every city has its good and bad parts.
Nashville: nice as well. Only, I've only been through in passing a couple of times, I need to explore it more like I need to explore Houston.
Florida: ehhh.......too many creatures. Flying roaches was all I needed to hear about. I know there's snakes. And lizards. And alligators. And I know I can't afford Miami......
North Carolina....ehhhh......they get snowed on too. I love my parents' home state, the place of all of our origination, but I need something just a smidge more exciting :) I must admit there's a whole lot of the state I haven't seen outside of the western mountains.
South Carolina: for some reason, it seems like it may be kind of boring, then again, I cannot judge since I've never been there.
Alabama-Mississippi-Arkansas: I just don't know. I've been in all three states very briefly, but not enough to know why I'd want to move there.
To be continued........:)
Don't get me wrong. It's a great place if you like 6-7 months of winter, or one freezing day and a steaming hot day the next, conservatives run amuck, there are no available single men, it's boring, folks are stuck up for no reason, mean, rude, attitudes, ghetto, okay, I guess I'll stop there.
I know, I know, not everything about the south is wonderful. For some reason, for a while now, I've been curious about Houston. Everything about it seems like it would be so much more wonderful than Cincinnati. The worst complaints that I've heard so far is that the sun is hotter than hell itself and that everything's spread out. Two minor annoyances that I can easily tolerate for a change of scenery that I've been subjected to for the past two decades. I know perhaps two people in the entire city. Yet, I'm ready to venture into a city over 7 million people because 1) I'm surely to find a job and a place to live and 2) much more easily than I have in the Nati, a good down south toothpick-sporting, horse-riding type of guy.
And yeah, I know, some of those southerners are playboys. Just like guys in Cincinnati and everywhere, we'll have those few who are incapable of keeping it in their pants. My girl and I joked about how southern guys are just as doggish as northern guys, they're just But there was something I noticed on my first ever trip to Memphis that I have YET to see in Cincinnati.....the love that the black couples seemed to have for one another. Everywhere you looked, was a man with his arm around a woman or holding her hand. It struck me an unbelivable, yet nice sight. Correct me if I'm wrong, but this is a rarely seen sight in Cincinnati, where all the couples are PDA incapable. And the guys down south are so attentive. So attractive. So sexy. Those southern twangs/accents sends my mind into the gutter.
Even the women are much nicer. Not looking at you like they stole your bike, in Cincinnati. But then again, I'm not looking at them.
For the record, I have nothing against gay people. However, this is one of many reasons why I cannot do Atlanta. I can't move to a place that has such a huge population of men pretending to be straight when they really want to date and sleep with the boy next door. Plus, add that celebrity element to the town: I'm not a snooty snob like that.
I like Memphis too: however, people are always trying to tell me how horrible the crime is and how ghetto the people are. Apparently, they have never been through Cincinnati's rougher parts. Every city has its good and bad parts.
Nashville: nice as well. Only, I've only been through in passing a couple of times, I need to explore it more like I need to explore Houston.
Florida: ehhh.......too many creatures. Flying roaches was all I needed to hear about. I know there's snakes. And lizards. And alligators. And I know I can't afford Miami......
North Carolina....ehhhh......they get snowed on too. I love my parents' home state, the place of all of our origination, but I need something just a smidge more exciting :) I must admit there's a whole lot of the state I haven't seen outside of the western mountains.
South Carolina: for some reason, it seems like it may be kind of boring, then again, I cannot judge since I've never been there.
Alabama-Mississippi-Arkansas: I just don't know. I've been in all three states very briefly, but not enough to know why I'd want to move there.
To be continued........:)
Chase you? I'm the star here......
It's funny how guys these days aren't only chivalrous, but unlike the laws of nature suggest they do as they have done forever, they do not like to pursue, but be pursued.
Ugh! Don't you know who I am?????
I am Charmin. I am an exquisite piece of work. I'm different as well as special. A man should be so lucky to snag a fine catch like me. My mindset goes much further than hair, nails, and clothes. I don't have any babydaddies to worry you with. Not that I think I'm better because of that. I know I'm better because of that. I have saved my uterus especially for the manufacturing of the child of the man who loves me. No, I do not have a college education/degree, but I make up for that void in so many ways. I work hard everyday and make my own way in this world. I'm not some defenseless dependent lazy woman with my hand held out for the come up. My parents raised me to be a considered young lady with manners. I am affectionate, sweet loving, caring, and just the best person to be around. When I see myself smile in the mirror, I feel shivers course through my body because I am just that wonderful.
So, for any man, anywhere who thinks I'm going to chase HIM, dream on. Hold your breath. Count to a million. I will not call you. You're calling me, if you're interested. And if you're not calling me, call some chick who thinks you're special. Because I apparently do not. What do you think I look like, calling you in hopes that you'll like me or pay attention to me? That shit's tired and old. Especially when I'm not getting the same attention in return. You could be fine on the outside, but rotten like year-old trash on the inside. Your money doesn't move me either, like some of these emptyheaded golddigers out here.
That said, I am never to be the chaser, but the chased, by the worthy and only the worthy.
May the best man win.
Ugh! Don't you know who I am?????
So, for any man, anywhere who thinks I'm going to chase HIM, dream on. Hold your breath. Count to a million. I will not call you. You're calling me, if you're interested. And if you're not calling me, call some chick who thinks you're special. Because I apparently do not. What do you think I look like, calling you in hopes that you'll like me or pay attention to me? That shit's tired and old. Especially when I'm not getting the same attention in return. You could be fine on the outside, but rotten like year-old trash on the inside. Your money doesn't move me either, like some of these emptyheaded golddigers out here.
That said, I am never to be the chaser, but the chased, by the worthy and only the worthy.
May the best man win.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Swallowing the large and oddly-shaped bitter pill of possible old maid-dom......
Today, at this moment, the way I feel: some of my friends will DEFINITELY be grandparents, before I find a suitable boyfriend/future husband.
It's not horribly depressing, but somewhat saddening. That I would come to the conclusion that there is absolutely NO ONE out there for me.
Firstly, I ain't takin' no shit from NO man. That same shit other women put up with to say they have a man. You know that shit. All these babies, sidepieces, criminal records, lies, bullcrap. I'm just not. I refuse. I'm better than that. I'm not putting up with one lie. If you lie to me once, you'll lie to me again.
Secondly, I'm not changing who I am. For nobody. In the past, I felt maybe I have to change who I am. Either be an uptight snobby priss who has her nose turned up at everything and judging everyone, or be triflin', outta control skank with an insatiable hunger for money, men, clothes, and more money. Then, and maybe then, a man would be breaking his neck to call me his.
But that is not who I am. I can't even say I'm in the medium of the spectrum of that.
I am me. Charmin. The sunflower seed-cracking, truth-speaking, book-reading, way-too-nice, long-suffering, easy crying, potty-mouthed, yet considerate and nice young woman I've always been.
Oh yes: I've consider myself a prize. Contrary to popular belief, I have an very high self-esteem. I'm well-spoken, polite, beautiful, sexy, funny, and all that. Bonus: I have no babydaddies or snot-nosed brats to bring to the table. A man would be extremely lucky to find a fine catch like me.
However, I remain dateless, my phone remains ringless, and my bed empty and cold. It is the price I pay not to deal with the mess.
Guys don't holler at me anymore (well, at least until May when I wear less clothes).....perhaps they can see the disgust, pain, anger, and disappointment in my heart. The thrill is gone. Don't even talk to me, my eyes say. Of course they can't talk to me. Either their wife/girfriend/kids are usually right there.
I do think it's a serious crisis: the shortage of good black men. I really wish the men were like the men of my father's and grandfather's generations. Where it wasn't a contest to see how many women they could dog out, to see how many children out of wedlock they can produce, etc., etc., etc. Men back then seemed to deeply love their women and treat them like fine delicate pieces of china. Not anymore. The ones who do are quickly snatched within an eyeblink.....no wonder our fellow girlfriends who are wived up are like "eeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhehhhheeeeehhhhhhhhhh!" They too, know that they're lucky as hell.
I think that what some women don't want to realize or face up to, is that some of us are going to be left out. Not that we want to be left out, but there are literally much less black males than there are black females. We'll have no choice. Black males are aware of this, giving them more reason for them to believe that they're pimps and there are more tits and ass, excuse me, I mean women for the choosing.
We'll see......if I am an old maid forever. I'll call the people @ the Guiness Book of World Records if I ever found another that was close to being significant for me.
It's not horribly depressing, but somewhat saddening. That I would come to the conclusion that there is absolutely NO ONE out there for me.
Firstly, I ain't takin' no shit from NO man. That same shit other women put up with to say they have a man. You know that shit. All these babies, sidepieces, criminal records, lies, bullcrap. I'm just not. I refuse. I'm better than that. I'm not putting up with one lie. If you lie to me once, you'll lie to me again.
Secondly, I'm not changing who I am. For nobody. In the past, I felt maybe I have to change who I am. Either be an uptight snobby priss who has her nose turned up at everything and judging everyone, or be triflin', outta control skank with an insatiable hunger for money, men, clothes, and more money. Then, and maybe then, a man would be breaking his neck to call me his.
But that is not who I am. I can't even say I'm in the medium of the spectrum of that.
I am me. Charmin. The sunflower seed-cracking, truth-speaking, book-reading, way-too-nice, long-suffering, easy crying, potty-mouthed, yet considerate and nice young woman I've always been.
Oh yes: I've consider myself a prize. Contrary to popular belief, I have an very high self-esteem. I'm well-spoken, polite, beautiful, sexy, funny, and all that. Bonus: I have no babydaddies or snot-nosed brats to bring to the table. A man would be extremely lucky to find a fine catch like me.
However, I remain dateless, my phone remains ringless, and my bed empty and cold. It is the price I pay not to deal with the mess.
Guys don't holler at me anymore (well, at least until May when I wear less clothes).....perhaps they can see the disgust, pain, anger, and disappointment in my heart. The thrill is gone. Don't even talk to me, my eyes say. Of course they can't talk to me. Either their wife/girfriend/kids are usually right there.
I do think it's a serious crisis: the shortage of good black men. I really wish the men were like the men of my father's and grandfather's generations. Where it wasn't a contest to see how many women they could dog out, to see how many children out of wedlock they can produce, etc., etc., etc. Men back then seemed to deeply love their women and treat them like fine delicate pieces of china. Not anymore. The ones who do are quickly snatched within an eyeblink.....no wonder our fellow girlfriends who are wived up are like "eeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhehhhheeeeehhhhhhhhhh!" They too, know that they're lucky as hell.
I think that what some women don't want to realize or face up to, is that some of us are going to be left out. Not that we want to be left out, but there are literally much less black males than there are black females. We'll have no choice. Black males are aware of this, giving them more reason for them to believe that they're pimps and there are more tits and ass, excuse me, I mean women for the choosing.
We'll see......if I am an old maid forever. I'll call the people @ the Guiness Book of World Records if I ever found another that was close to being significant for me.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Those who are loved and their tendency to not understand.......
Yes, I vent about men, my inability to find a good one. I'm 32 and three quarters old, an age where a whole lot of my friends are married, have children, or in a serious relationship......yet, there is not one inkling of that on the horizon for me. And yes, I am kind of anxious and antsy about that, but not as much as I used to be. But, if you didn't realize or don't know, women can have children but for so long, and really built for childbearing in their younger years. If the eggs that live in my ovaries lasted as long as sperm do, I wouldn't really have to worry about whether I not I will have future progeny, now would I? But that's besides the point.
I am having trouble understanding why those women with husbands, fiances, or excellent boyfriends get irritated with me. It's like, you already have what I want, so what are you so upset for? Do you not think I should want the same? Or at least talk about how I feel about it? It's crazy. I would love to go to Jamaica for my birthday in June, but I refuse to be a third wheel on yet another outing like always. Who the hell wants to sit around and watch couples love on one another......especially when they themselves don't have a significant other???? Yeah, that's cool. I'm going to go with you, watch all of you snuggle and nearly make out, while I'm sitting there twiddling my thumbs, trying not to look at couples not-so-discreetly fondle each other, and wondering if there's any single guys walking around.
I think some people have been loved for so long or have always had a significant other, so they don't know what it's like to be lonely, alone, or just have horrible luck in the dating field. Or, they break up with someone just to hop in another relationship so easily. I try my best to understand. They are incapable of understanding how I feel. They are incapable of understanding how it feels to be unloved. They don't know what it's like to NOT have someone good enough to bring home to your parents, they have no idea how it feels to be so unattached. Nor do I think they realize how completely and utterly horrible the pickings of men are out here today.
I just wish that they'd be a little more understanding, count their blessings, and praise God every single day that they're blessed enough to have a nuturing, loving, significant other, and at least have some type of sympathy for those who haven't found it or may never find it.
Well, that's my two cents for today. Say what you will.
I am having trouble understanding why those women with husbands, fiances, or excellent boyfriends get irritated with me. It's like, you already have what I want, so what are you so upset for? Do you not think I should want the same? Or at least talk about how I feel about it? It's crazy. I would love to go to Jamaica for my birthday in June, but I refuse to be a third wheel on yet another outing like always. Who the hell wants to sit around and watch couples love on one another......especially when they themselves don't have a significant other???? Yeah, that's cool. I'm going to go with you, watch all of you snuggle and nearly make out, while I'm sitting there twiddling my thumbs, trying not to look at couples not-so-discreetly fondle each other, and wondering if there's any single guys walking around.
I think some people have been loved for so long or have always had a significant other, so they don't know what it's like to be lonely, alone, or just have horrible luck in the dating field. Or, they break up with someone just to hop in another relationship so easily. I try my best to understand. They are incapable of understanding how I feel. They are incapable of understanding how it feels to be unloved. They don't know what it's like to NOT have someone good enough to bring home to your parents, they have no idea how it feels to be so unattached. Nor do I think they realize how completely and utterly horrible the pickings of men are out here today.
I just wish that they'd be a little more understanding, count their blessings, and praise God every single day that they're blessed enough to have a nuturing, loving, significant other, and at least have some type of sympathy for those who haven't found it or may never find it.
Well, that's my two cents for today. Say what you will.
Monday, February 14, 2011
I am my own Valentine :) oh, and yours too.....I guess......
Oh beautiful, wonderful Charmin, how do I love thee, let me count the ways!!!!!!!
I love myself because I am awesome, honest, caring, loving, sensitive, and one of the most real people I know.....
I love myself because as much as I'd like to have a special love in my life, I don't NEED one.....I do quite well on my own :)
It doesn't matter if people have their noses turned up at me for whatever reason, and they do......the LORD LOVES ME and that is ALL I NEED......praise him!
I know I have plenty of family and friends who love me.....I love you too.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Can black men be okay without a big round ass????
You know, I've been reading about the poor young lady from the UK dying from "butt implants." Some of the comments I've heard from black men are expected and seem like they come from sane minds saying that women should love themselves for who they are, no matter how small, big, wide, or thin their buttocks are.
However, I saw a few comments from black men like "there's nothing worse for a girl in life than a flat ass" or "she's ass out." Are you frickin' kidding me????? I think some men could meet a woman who was incapable of cheating, very pretty otherwise, sharp mentally as a tack, and they will still lean back to see that she was ample curvature.
Before you "go in" on me, I know that all black men don't have this mentality. However, I have heard even some of my so-called educated friends drool over the width and fatness of a woman's backside.
I wonder how many black men would choose a woman with a nice plump butt rather than a sweet and caring personality. Honestly.
Before you "go in" on me, I know that all black men don't have this mentality. However, I have heard even some of my so-called educated friends drool over the width and fatness of a woman's backside.
I wonder how many black men would choose a woman with a nice plump butt rather than a sweet and caring personality. Honestly.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Tax time!
Here I go again, blogging, and because I'm narcissistic, you are free to read and make whatever comments or assumptions you may.
So. What am I thinking today? I'm about to get my taxes done, hopefully. If you're poor, like me, at my job, they'll do 'em for you for free. Problem is, my workplace contains about fifteen thousand folks. Meaning, quite a lot of po' folk would love to get their taxes done for free.
I just have no idea what I'm spending my tax money on, because I have a few ideas. Part of me wants to use it for moving to another apartment here in Cincinnati. Another part of me wants to hold on to it and accumulate more money along with it. so I can get the hell out of Cincinnati.
So. What am I thinking today? I'm about to get my taxes done, hopefully. If you're poor, like me, at my job, they'll do 'em for you for free. Problem is, my workplace contains about fifteen thousand folks. Meaning, quite a lot of po' folk would love to get their taxes done for free.
I just have no idea what I'm spending my tax money on, because I have a few ideas. Part of me wants to use it for moving to another apartment here in Cincinnati. Another part of me wants to hold on to it and accumulate more money along with it. so I can get the hell out of Cincinnati.
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