Saturday, January 31, 2009

Getting it Together for the '09

So for the past couple of years, i have been doing well with making sure that I didn't like guys (except for that one lapse of bad judgement)...and NO, I am NOT a LESBIAN!!!! Yeah, I would like for someone to complete me like that Keyshia Cole song but ever since my last Mr.BIG and me getting my feelings hurt and turning numb, I didn't think I would want anyone to complete me anytime soon. See guys are there for entertainment and nothing more. You know, someone to text when you are bored and/or drunk. Not for someone to like, care, or worry about. Well in 2008, that changed and I tripped, fell, and bumped my head.  When and how did i stop enjoying his entertainment and started liking him? See I have this major problem. I like guys who like me! I don't know why. Ladies, Please let me know if I am the only one who suffers from this ailment?  But dont worry, his stupidity (and lies) brought me right into reality and made me realize that it was in the best interest of my feeling and his safety that I stopped liking him. I know its difficult to just stop liking someone. But dont worry, I have been currently receiving help with "getting up" after this hard fall.  And he has been doing an increasingly better job at helping. He did so well that I gave A+ the other night
....Thats what she said. 

Yours Truly, 
Samantha Jones

Kanye's played out workout plan

1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and get them sit-ups right and.......Im over it.

Question there anything wrong with wanting to eat general tso's chicken with fried rice and extra duck sauce or indulging in a late nite treat of lays potato chips and french onion i didnt think so either. As long as you wash it all down with Fiji water then your str8. Im a firm believer in eating what you want when you want. Life is hard and some problems can only b solved by being a fatty mcnasty ...... well may be not the mcnasty part but u get it

The way i see it is the gym is just another form of OPPRESSION that the man tries to impose on me. Im not having it!!!! Im gonna continue to eat my oreos, cheese puffs, and make late nite IHOP runs!!!! ........Thats what she said


Interesting Weekend pt2.....Another one bites the dust

So I just blogged YESTERDAY about a potential weekend with a man who is out of the norm for me....the verdict: I ditched his ass!

I have no idea how he'll get back to his state but that's not my problem. Okay the story:

Before I begin I'll start with a quote my mother always told me "you have to teach people how to treat you". I have always been a firm believer in that and that's why I don't take ANY mess,especially if its unnecessary.

So I pick him up from the train station and we got to my favorite Mexican tequila bar/eatery. This place is pretty nice, mixed crowd, not ghetto or anything and that's when it begin. So I look around just checking the crowd....automatically its "you got any boyfriends here?".... Um excuse me? Your insecurity is showing! So the night was just uncomfortable but I just kept going along with it, plus he got me a strawberry Juniors cheesecake!!!(Which I left with him,crud)my favorite!!!!lol.

I'm not trying to toot my own horn but I am aware that I am gorgeous and fabulous and a few other things that are not so nice but that by no way means that I look down on people. The whole time he compared himself to previous guys (that he don't know) that he assumed were better than him. He felt I was too pretty for him, he felt that He wasn't good enough basically.

Now if you try to give a person you wouldn't ordinarily a chance, and they keep telling you in subtle ways that they're not good enough for you then eventually you have to believe them. And so I had to leave. I'm not in the business of nurturing the self esteems of grown men.

And this whole experience made me appreciate my typical "type" because sometimes they can be jerks (I can too) but NOTHING is sexier than a CONFIDENT ur insecurity showing? -thats what she said


So he called me this morning and we spoke. I'm sorry but I had to laugh. He's clueless. The convo goes a little something like this:

Him: so what happened last night?
Me:um I think basically we just are not on the same page.
Him: I'm just not like all the other pretty niggas you talk to that think they look better than you.
Me: you can't even speak on that you don't know them...but I will say the guys I usually talk to have CONFIDENCE and that's why I liked them...u seemed so insecure.
Him:(laughs) I've talked to girls who look better than you, better body and all that

I stopped listening at that point:
1.Why did he feel the need to say that (tryna hurt my feeling???? He must not know bout me)
2. I HIGHLY doubt he ever talked to a better chick than
3.What the hell ever!!!!


Wasted too much time on it!lol

NEXT-thats what she said

-Queen Bee

Are you my SISTAH?

It seems like finding good friends is becoming harder than finding a good pair of shoes. YES, a pair of shoes- Don't act like you can't relate. Sistahs, do you have ONE pair of heels that you can wear for HOURS (& Hours) at the club without even feeling a hint of stress on your itty bitty pinky toe? So comfy you could dance till 6 AM and not have to tap your homegirl like "Oh hell no girl, I have got to sit down". Be it as it may, its seeming that its becoming harder and harder to find female friends that are down for the cause. The one you can call at 2:01 am like "girl, this dude cannot give head", or at 5:57 am with nothing but tears because of the constant lies he says so well you would have put money it was the truth, or better yet a friend that will (accidently) spill a drink on a female for looking at your [Team] wrong at the club. lol (i promise you we dont do this ::wink::) But, where are those females at, those friends!

Like most women I am guilty of keeping my friendships to a minimum. And Lord knows I definetly have issues keeping the few that I actually have (don't worry I'm working on it, well kind of) But does anyone ever wonder for one minute why women refuse to befriend someone who anatomically, characteristically, and mentally are so similar to themselves? I know we've all heard the common excuses: women are too caty, too jealous, too competitive, always trying to steal someone's man, or better yet that we just cause too much damn drama. But I believe its deeper than the lies we divulge so frequently. Our inability to befriend our fellow sisters is rooted in FEAR. The fear of confiding in someone, the fear in actually relating to someone, the fear of making oneself vulnerable, so vunerable to the point where your SISTAH knows more about you than you know about yourself; and it is this fear that hinders us from establishing relationships that can potentially last a life time. Friends give us the courage to lift the blinds on our hearts and show what we generally keep hidden from the rest of the world.

I'm a little apprehensive, but I think I'm ready to lift my blinds. SISTAHS, I suggest you do the same.

Yours Truly,

Whats Your PIN?!?!

Its no longer what's your number or do you have aim or are you on facebook.
Its innovative
its technology savvy
its professional
its simple 
its the new way to bag or get bagg'd........."WHATS YOUR BBM PIN?"
[For the people who may be ignorant to this lingo] I am referring to Black Berry Messenger.....

Thats what she said.....

-Knew Knew!

Friday, January 30, 2009

Where are they NOW?!?! Take me there............

One of my favorite shows has me thinking where are they now!? 

What kind of fellas did Phil, Tommy, and Chucky grow up to be?!?

So Phil is that go all out, ill eat anything, and make you look back at it type fella! On the show there was no limit to the things he put in his mouth, he's the nasty type!

Oh and there is Tommy, the adventurous one, the ring leader, the glue that held it all together........Tommy is the strong dominant man (keyword: MAN). The one that holds his own  and doesnt mind an independent woman (he def married a Susie- a sista who became the Michellle Obama type) cause he is secure in his ability to do the damn thing and contain a balance with his relationship and career! On another note 'Tommy' is the man that will keep you satisfied......

Chucky, the scaredy (how do u spell it?) cat of the group! Forever running from a challenge, I wanted to grab him by the collar and say "MAN UP!".  Chucky grew up to be the boy that runs from everything: emotions, challenges, and the right female! he cant let his guard down.  The good thing about the "Chucky" type is you can mold him into a mixture of Phil and Tommy (eat anything  and leave you satisfied)....

Take me there I wanna go there take me to that great place with wonders and wishes!
I think i want Tommy to take me there!!! - thats what she said........

- Knew Knew!


ITS 09


~wavy baby

Flyness to the 10th Power

I really never realized how fly she was back in the day and still is...don't worry I didn't forget she's crazy though

-Sucka for Love

Interesting Weekend part 1

So in facing a pretty big moral dilemma....or maybe I'm being dramatic, but I, formerly a woman so heartless is straying away from my Mr. Grinch ways.

I can't believe I'm even investing time into this one...we'll call him Mr.Nice guy....but you know what they say about nice guys. Anyways he's Not a professional, Not a graduate from any school and basically just starting to try to get his life together:late bloomer.

Now me and my standards are having a dilemma: on one hand he's one of the most thoughtful guys I've ever met, and to me little things matter most....on the other hand, I like a certain type of man and lifestyle that he just doesn't fit into the mold....

Anyways he's gonna spend the weekend in my neck of the woods and so the verdict will be out by next Monday....This should be interesting-thats what she said

-Queen Bee

Thursday, January 29, 2009

(The Younger Man)

Despite my attempt to deviate from the plight of every woman: MEN. I had to see if any ladies(yes this one is for us) have dealt with the thought of being with a younger man. Now I know we've all seen Stella Got Her Groove Back atleast twice (3x if you count BET)but who would have thought that I,Juicy, would have my very own Winston waltz right into my life. We definetly met in the most nontraditional way and I promise you ladies if I knew his ass was 20 I wouldnt have even tried to push up, but since that day he's been my drug of choice. He had me mentally, his thoughts, his music, his swagg; I wouldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams that a man born in 88' could do this to me! ME! of all people. The man hating, if he not ballin' out of control, buying me Louis V's and driving a Masareti, Juicy! The all my single ladies, I've got my own, do my ladies run this, Juicy! LOL. This is crazy, but I love it, and it goes without saying that I'm feeling him.

I know what your thinking, man Juicy lost her swag, she slippin, I can't mess with her! But guess what, these Black men are running low any damn way! And plus look at Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore, clearly their happy! Between the Snowbunnies, the Mamis,the Asian sensations, and lets not forget (THE DOWN LOW BROTHERS) the pool of young eligible bachelors is looking a lil scarce.

I think I'm going to give my lil young boo a chance. 20 years of age and all....either way I'm down for the journey and I know he's ready to sweep me off my feet.

Yours Truly,

*Feel Free To Comment: Ladies-have you been there? & Fellas-Have You Had A Few Stellas of Your Own*

Desperate times.....

In a world where shaking you ass for the Love of Flava Flav, Real and Chance and even wack ass Ray J come a whirl of confusion and desperation.

People who were once deemed "normal" are myspace freaks, people getting married and ish. This is getting ridiculous. I feel like everyones standards just went down hill within the last 5 years.

What happened to getting to know someone face to face before a relationship? What happened to phone conversations?what happened to date thats don't end up on a mattress??? Is friends with benefits the new boyfriend/girlfriend??? Have we lost sooo much self esteem that we settle for anything????this is getting sad guys. I hate desperate people!!!!!- that's what she said

-"Queen Bee"

There's Hope

If this isn't love...I don't know what is...

-C Dubb










as one can tell from the convo..i was completley shambling out from this text convo..then i called my "co-d" and vented...

moral of story...MY CUTE baby boy was spoofed

**apparently ladies you can "send a ni99a a text message"and say it came from a different num


~wavy baby

Chris_ I Don't Really Know HIs Name

It was my freshman year when I met him. So you know I was dumb. I met him at a party on campus and somehow we started talking because he was from Chicago (not really, but in order to keep the animosity, I also have to change the location). He was kinda cute. Just kinda. Not my type, but then again, looking at my track record, I don’t think I have a “type”. I knew he didn’t go to my school so I asked him his name. He said his name was “Chris” (that was his real name…at least that’s what I thought) and that he graduated from the neighboring school with a degree in Chemistry. But since his swag reminded me of home (plus he said he would take me to ihop), I decided to give him my number ( Yes! I know I’m a fatty. I can’t help it). Anyway, since his man, who also did not go to my school, had tried to talk to my friend, I convinced them to take me and my friend out to eat that night at IHOP.

We smiled, laughed, flirted, and all this good stuff. I definitely thought there was potential of liking him (because he didn’t look at me crazy when I ordered the most expensive thing on the IHOP menu. FYI, the way to a girl’s heart is thru her stomach). So it comes time to pay the bill and his friend pulls out his wallet to pay for my friend’s food…or what I thought was his wallet. He opened it up and I saw the picture of my male friend in the clear pocket. My male friend had actually thrown the party on campus in his apartment that night. SO, I just thought this dude was some down low “with dust in his eye” thug. But then, he starts pulling out the cards, and I see my friend’s name on the credit cards. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he had stole my friend’s wallet out of his room during the party. So great! I mean, that wasn’t my boo so I could care less that his friend was a thief. I got a free meal and my new boo was cute and plus he wasn’t convicted of attempted murder and possession of an illegal handgun like that last one (that is a story for another day) so he got an A+ in my book. I took the wallet from his friend and gave it to my friend the next day. My friend was too drunk to realize that he even lost his wallet.

Anyway, I kept on “talking” to Chris. He visited me at school and took me out to lunch and dinner several times. One day, he gave me a pair of yellow DIOR shades that I still cannot find to this day. Anyway, one night, my girls and I was bored and Chris asked if we wanted to come to his house cuz he was having a get-together. and so we went...

So now we are in “I don’t know where we are in the hood”, Maryland! The party was cool and relaxed but by the time we got there, there was no more food left. So Chris and I left to go to the take -out to get some chicken with mambo sauce at 2am at night.

Anyway, we get back to his housing complex and we see cops outside the house. I’m thinking it was nothing but a noise complaint. Well that comforting thought did not last for long cuz he told me to keep on walking straight and don’t look at the apartment. WTF? Is this a drug bust? He didn’t confirm it and just told me to walk faster. SO of course, I call my girls cuz they were still in the house. If this is really a drug bust, then my girls are going to be in some trouble cuz of those damn RICO laws. I call them crying, get out the house!!!!!! Lol. Of course they couldn’t, cuz the police were still at the door. So now I am terrified and this dumbass is telling me to calm down. Finally, the police leave and I run back into the house to see my friends at the table. They told me the story about how the police were banging down the door and they wanted to come in but they didn’t have a warrant. Supposedly, there was also a safe with some stuff in it, so good thing they didn’t raid the apartment.

But, trust, that wasn’t the worst part of the story. SO we are around the table eating chicken ( I know a person with common sense would have asked to leave by now but I was starving and this mambo sauce was hittin the spot), and my girl ask me do I know the name of the guy I just went out with to go get chicken. I looked at her like she was stupid. But in reality, I was the stupid one. So I responded “Chris..duh! Why would u ask that?” Another girl at the table, who happened to be his sister, laughed out LOUD! So my friend said “that is not his name”. So wait, is she trying to tell me that the person that I have been going out to eat with and chillin with all this time that I don’t know his name? wtf. So she tells me that while me and “Chris” went out to go get food, they spoke to the other guests. His sister asked them who did they know here and they said “Chris” and she said there isn’t a Chris here. The found out that his name was Champlane. Listen, if my name was Champlane, I would have faked my name too. Lol. Anyway, so I go to him and asked him his name and this dude still continues to lie and say his name is “Chris”. I responded, “Well your sister says otherwise.” He then admitted that “Chris” was his nick ame and that only his family calls him Champlane. Bullshit! I thought his nickname that his friends called him was “Champ”. So of course, he got the “goodnight! Take me home” There was not enough food in the world to make up for his lies and almost getting my friends arrested for a drug bust.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Enter Mr.Big

You can call me Queen B and You all will meet a few different characters on this post, but you might see the most about my favorite male topic: Mr. Big!!!. All my ladies who were avid Sex and the City watchers know about Mr. Big, he's that ONE guy you never get over, never get enough of, always unsure about where you stand with,but its that One you never quite understand. But face it, you're not getting over him anytime soon. But sidednote, Big and Carrie were "together" for ten years off and on and finally got married. There is hope out there.

Okay enough with that, I'll start from the beginning. I never even saw it coming.

Picture it three years ago, he just got up from his main course (me). It was nothing serious to me, he was a homie first and you know what happens when....well let's just say blame it on the alcohol.Anyways we didn't go all the way but he did his thing if you get what I mean.

So the next morning I realize I have a meeting for this group I'm too embarrassed to mention Anyways so my friend texts me asking about a girl who is claiming the guy I am with at that moment is her boyfriend (his name is pretty unique) we'll call him Mr.A hole, he was but he was mad cool though...anwyays I don't even care at that point he had a girlfriend because I'm not interested,so I just left for the meeting.....

Off to the meeting, I meet the group of people there and they introduce us to the each other, one being the female who's "man" I was just with and the artists performing at an event we had coming up. That's when I saw HIM. He was tall, nice bone structure, fitted on, check. Different from anyone I've ever seen. We didn't really speak...until it was time to go home and I needed a ride, and he was my ride...I made sure of that. I got in the car and he gave me his phone "put your number in it" he commanded. Now usually I don't get talked to like that but I took and did as he said. That's how it all began. He stayed over that night (we didn't do it, perverts!!!) And he's been In and Out of my life ever since. More to come because I have a million stories. I also have and Aiden, a Berger and an few other characters in my life. But Mr Big by far is the juiciest.-thats what she said