Songs That Make Me Shiver/Shake

I thought that I would add a lil flavor to this mix. Rather than drone on and on about the interesting twists and turns on the highway of my life, I thought we might take a...detour if you will. Music. Music is the connection that keeps me electrified. It helps keep me balanced when everything around me is uneven. It's my safe haven. Music..ok..never mind you get the idea. Lol. Every week I will share with you some tunes that just move me in a way that leaves me bankrupt for the proper words. Do me a solid though. PLEASE don't look at the title on the vid and decide that you automatically don't like it because you haven't heard of the song or because you don't like that particular artist. Open yourself up. Get ready to receive. You never know. One of these acoustic masterpieces might end up being your wedding song. Hey! It could end up serenading you and your special one while yall are busting suds in the kitchen or sweating something fierce in the sheets. Hang on and enjoy!!!

This week's pick is....
I'D RATHER GO BLIND BY BEYONCE KNOWLES (SOUNDTRACK FOR CADILLAC RECORDS)



I have to give it straight Henney with no coke. This wasn't one of my all time fav flicks. But I gotta give to my girl. She rocked this song from the bottom of her soul to the crown of that hot -and spicy-mess - of a wig she's wearing. Tell Jay how you feel Bey.

Xperiencing Xstasy...

Fingertips glide..slide..over my skin...
Panting...losing..breath...dizzy..
Eyes rolling...
Mind drifting through a vast ocean of pleasurable pain...
I'm floating between sanity and distraction...
But I don't want to be rescued..
This feeling is..
I cant...(eyesight blurry)
I need...(pant)...
I want you to...(sigh)...
What...are ..you..doing..to...me...?
You are...
Insatiably incredible...
Your lips are...
decadently delicious...
Yessssss...
Light, gentle, soft...

Don't stop..kissing me..
Wait...
No..
What are you doing?
Your lips are...
diving lower...
oh...oh..
(hands clenching sheets)
That's' my spot baby...
(Eyes clenched)
Lawd yes...
Your tongue is ticklin and teasin my ...
Twin peaks...
Rising and falling...
My fingernails claw...scratch...
My nipples have never been so hard yet..so sensitive..
Electric currents of deadly proportions are flashing throughout my temple...
I'm thrashing around like my body is going into shock...
This only inflames you more..encourages you to..
Explore my terrain even further...
Yesssss..
I like it Daddy...
Please...
I can't...
Oh baby..baby..baby..
(Gut sucking gasp)
You found it...
My Pandora's box..
My secret alcove...

I feel a melody being played...
Your tongue is... gently strumming the strings on my guitar...
This song has never been played
Quite like this...
My legs have your head in a death grip..not even the jaws of life can save you now...
I'm...slowly...losing...consciousness...
I need it now love...
I need that elixir of life...
I need your billy club to beat me back to life...
(Silence)
WHOAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Yeah baby..that's what I'm talkin 'bout!!!
No more flowery words or gentle speech...
I want to be FUCKED...
Right now.. at this moment...I'm not your lady...
I'm your private ho...
Your personal bitch...
Make it run deep...
Plunge it in..
Yeahhhhh...push it further..
So hard that my kidneys get poked through my nose...
Mhmmm..
I love the smells....
We don't need no incense..no aromatherapy candle bullshit..
Just the fragrance of your dick doing butterfly strokes in my kitty...
That's right...
Look at me when you hittin this...
Let me slap that azz while you poundin that pipe...
Damn baby...
We sweatin like 2 hookers in church...
Don't turn on the AC..
I wanna taste your sweat..feel it run a river...
Down the bridge of my nose...along my breastbone..
Oh you think you the man now, huh?
Shut up....
Get on your back...
I got a few tricks of my own...

What You Gonna Do When They Come For You?

Selfish. Moody. Aloof yet extremely family oriented at times. Artistically gifted and talented. I love him beyond life itself but sometimes I don't like him very much. Sorry ladies. I know this would be the PERFECT waiting to exhale-male bashing-wave your hands in the air-type moment, but it isnt. We'll save that for another blog.

I'm talking about my son. My seed. My Shaka Zulu in training. My testosterone-fueled-puberty stricken-offspring. I love being a parent. It's molded and shaped me into the woman that I am today. (Needle scratching on a record).Hold up. Wait a damn minute. Doesnt this sound like an excerpt straight from the pages of Parenting Today magazine? Yes, to hell it does!!!!!! I'm sorry yall. The families in those mags are NOT my reality.

Their reality:


My reality:



By societal standards, our family doesnt quite fit within the lines of what most would consider the "norm." My oldest child was diagnosed as being schizo-affective. My youngest child is autistic. My other 2 children just seem to fit in wherever they can .

My 15 y.o.(who this blog is about) and I have recently reached a pivotal point in our mother-son kinship. I had to be the bad guy, and temporarily take everything away from him that was fun and pleasure inducing. No, it's not because I was trying to be mean. It's because he did something really terrible. He had to be punished, right? As part of his prison sentence I took away his most prized possessions. As a result, he told me that I wasnt taking his things away from him. You know at this point, I don't think he realized how close he was to tasting the skin from my back hand swing.

I took a couple of deep cleansing breaths. I looked up at my son (hey, the boy is 6'0) and I calmly said "watch this." I took his invaluables and disposed of them using a bathtub and some steamy hot water. At this juncture, I dusted my hands off and thought that would be the end of it. Hmmm. My 15 y.o. timebomb went in the bedroom and guess what he did?
Bad boys, bad boys
What you gone do?
What you gone do when they come for you?




You got it. In about 15 minutes who do you think came knocking at my door like they were breaking up an international drug trading ring? My son told 5-0 that I had taken his property unauthorized and destroyed it.(I purchased these items yet he calls them HIS property.) Isnt that a crime he asked? What in the name of cheese eggs is going on here?

HOW SHOULD OUT OF CONTROL TEENS BE HANDLED?
TEENS THAT ARE ESPECIALLY LARGER AND TALLER THAN YOU?