Do you Really?

So today on my way to work I was on the 2 train and as I'm getting off this lady whispers in my ear you have some pretty feet. As I was walking out of the train I said thank you with a confused look on my face. I was not sure if that was weird or just random as ever. I brushed that off and got on the C train to get to Brooklyn once I entered the train and sat down these guys was staring at my feet yet again. However this time they did not whisper in my ear they just said it out loud "Yo you got some sexy ass feet shorty" One guy said he is not a feet man but just by looking at my feet makes him want to suck on them! NOW this is where it gets weird for me. I was not weired out buy the fact that he wants to suck my toes. I'm weired out by the fact that this is a perfect stranger and he wants to suck on my feet!

Precious Moments

On Saturday I was on my way to a baby shower with my friend Tysheena and her daughter Saadiyah. Well while I was getting ready this little girl kept asking me all the questions in the world! And me being the god parent that I am I answered them. She was asking me about my make-up and stuff. While I was getting ready and answering all of her questions, I realized just how bad I want kids and to start a family. Until God feels that it is the right time for me to start a family I will just cherish these PRECIOUS MOMENTS

Telephone Love

Working in a hotel is not an easy task for the record! However while working the night audit there is the thing that we have to do called the call around log, and basically what that is you call other hotels in the area to find out what their rate and occupancy percentage is for the day.

Well there is this one hotel that I am always calling and I must admit I don't know how he looks. However that SEXY Voice of his oh and the way how he says "Good Morning Clejoi" makes the hair on my back just stand right up. He seems like a very cool laid back type of person. The conversations that we do have on the phone are great. In a way he makes me want better for myself and makes me want to push myself to higher limits.

I'm not sure what it is but just talking to him is like a breath of fresh air when I'm at work. Even if it is for 5minutes or 45 minutes for that moment in time I feel like I will survive working in this hotel.

By the way does me feeling this way make me crazy?

What About Your Friends

Ok, Ok, it is no surprise that I am going through a change in life. After all change is good right? Well I am in the process of weeding out the bad apples in my life. I have come to realize that I dont want to fight for friendship or relationships that are no longer worth fighting for. I feel that it is so much more easier for me to let go than to hold on. Some people were ment to come into your life for a season and some was ment to be there for a life time. I think where I went wrong was mixing seasonal people with life time epectations! And they was falling short everytime. I like to think of myself as a good friend (hell as a GREAT FRIEND). I like to be there for my friends for the good and the bad. I think I know the true value of friendship. I guess it comes from having few friends that have been there for me and have not let me down. However I do understand that you don't have to talk to your friends everyday or even one a week. But you know when you have not seen a friend for a while and want to hang out with them and then they just flake out on you EVERY TIME? That speaks volume in my book! I mean yes there are times where friends fight but we learn from that and move on. I remember this one time me and my best friends of 15 years got into a fight and we did not talk for almost a whole year it seemed. But I learned from my mistake and have not made it since. I believe that if you truly value friendship and you are doing something to hurt the other person and you keep doing that same thing over and over again YOU DONT VALUE THAT FRIEND VERY MUCH NOW DO YOU? Can I say i'm truly bless to have friends of all types? I THINK SO! I have quite friends, loud ones, ghetto ones (and yall know who you are), and I even have stuck up friends. BUT most of them are there and truly know me and my heart. I'm just at a peak in my life where I am finally seeing who I truly am as a woman and where and what I out of life. And BAD COMPANY IS NOT ONE OF THEM ANYMORE!!!

ARE YOU A BAG LADY?

So I was on the train the other day and I seen this girl with a plastic bag as a purse! Im not sure what type of fashion that was or is, but it you truly know me you know i was flipping out! Not only do I love bags like they are my kids but i think it is very important that every real woman should carry one. I feel out of place if I do not have a bag or some sort of clutch! Not only does my bag carry the most important things that i have to carry around me on a day to day basis. But it also goes with my style! I have anywhere in my bag from lip gloss to baby wipes (no i don't have kids). I carry baby wipes with me because like my bags i have to stay fresh all the time! Now you may think I'm wrong or even crazy but I go no where without a bag! Not even the mail box or the corner store. I ask some of my BBM (blackberry messenger) friends what was there thoughts. I got all kinds of answers from guys saying it does not matter as long as she is hot. And i was shock from most of the females that i polled said no they don't find it tacky and that it depends on the situation. And then there was the true DIVAS that said they never leave home without it. Now I was not always a girlie girl! But as I was coming into my own as woman I felt the need to have a bag. You can think what you want to think or even say what you what to say. But this DIVA has to carry around a bag at all times! When I die I want a bad ass purse buried with me!

My Daddy Dont Play!

The other day I was on my way out the door to go shopping of course, when this greasy head man came up to me with an attitude and ask if Mr. Harley was home (my father). I told the man let me check to see if he was home, however before I can get the rest of sentence out one of my nosey neighbors said he just went inside. So I went to go get my father and when my daddy came outside the man started yelling at my father. Now I know normally it is not my place for me to be in my father's business but I feel it is my duty to protect my father. As I stood at the top of the steps the man is calling my father all types of names(It took alot out of me not to say anyting to that man). My father told the man if it was not against the law to knock the sit out of you I would. As the men go on "talking" the guy had a cane in his hand and was holding it like he was about to hit my daddy! NOW HOLD UP JUST A MINUTE MR. GREASE HEAD MAN! I then put my bag on the floor and was heading down stairs to protect my daddy! No one hits my daddy! I guess the guy seen that I got on my phone and made one phone call and that cane went right back into place! Now that the guy sees that not only is my daddy gangsta but his youngest daughter does not play when it comes to her daddy! Mr. Grease man started to walk back to his car and called my daddy a faggot! WRONG MOVE MR. GREASE HEAD MAN! That's when all gangsta came out of my daddy! I am not gonna even say what he did next. That day I realized that my daddy is real gangsta not only will he whip his kids ass even if we are all grown but he would whip someone Else's ass too! With that being said I LOVE MY GANGSTA DADDY!!!

The Leading Man Inn My Life!

So around mother's day weekend my nephew Nicholas was in NYC for the first time. Now if you know me you know that this little boy is my world. Well now that he is back in ATL with his parents I miss him even more now. I remember the first day I held him. I knew we would share a bond like no other. Now even though he gave me the evil eye the first time I seen him I wanted to cry (but we all know Clejoi does not shed tears in front of other people). From then I knew this little boy would melt my heart away. He makes me want to have a baby just for the simple fact that he is always happy (just don't mess with his food and sleep) no matter what. When he came to NYC he even stole my best friend's Venetta heart! I guess all in all I really do miss him and can't wait to see him again. I think I am going to send him a pictures of him and I so that he can see his auntie diva anytime he wants to (yeah I know that is kinda vain). I love you Nicholas just know that I am always and forever there for you.