Stacy Adams and Stilettos

Woke up this morning (ahem, afternoon) and thought to myself, "why not blog about my social scene as a single mom?" Not a bad idea, so here we go.

Last night, after a suggestion from a friend, I managed to make my way to an "old head" spot on the Sunny South Side of Dallas, The Blues Palace. I never been there, but heard it was a good time. $10 to get in and B.Y.O.B, but they do supply the ice, juice, etc.

Here's the scene. (Note to self: It's time to upgrade the phone.)

I mean it's no Harpo's Juke Joint, but I can dig it.

I think old guy in black is security.

I didn't B.Y.O.B, but found myself with a cup of "good spirits." I spotted two older fellas standing by the "bar that never was" with a brand new bottle,  pretended I didn't know the club did not serve liquor, flashed a big smile and here's what they offered "baby girl." 

Courvoisier Rose'

This little outing did not get me any closer to my M.O.M.D, but I was able to shake my shimmy for a little bit and get in some good laughs. Can't find anything wrong with that. 

Well let's see what New Year's Eve night has to bring. 

What do really want to do? New Year or not.

This post requires some background music. So before you get started, hit play on the YouTube selection down below. 

Alright, so I am in no way qualified to give anyone advice on anything; however, I would love for anyone who took the time to read this, to please go after whatever it is you dreamed of doing. I don't care what it is. A business start-up, losing weight, becoming America's Next Top Model....whatever. Do that thang! You only get one time around, so it's do or die time. 

For example, I have no idea what direction this blog is headed in. It is supposed to be about motherhood remixed with other stuff, but who knows. I came up with the bright idea to start doing this about a week or so ago. I don't know if anybody will pay me any mind, but this is something I always wanted to do. Write about the random stuff that's on my mind on a daily basis. I'm doing it, because I can. That's the only reason. 

So, what is the one dream or goal that keeps you going on a daily basis? Think about it. Let it marinate and do something about it. 

Peace and Love. (and if you listened to the song, the last 20 seconds of that joint is off the heezy, so let it play. Whooo!) 

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If You Don't Know...You Better Ask Somebody

Ok..so here it is. Time for me to be the hard-ass that I claim to be and face the music. Since I have now declared 2012 the year of the M.O.M.D (Man of My Dreams), I am going to challenge myself to look inward and outward and change some things around if need be. Oh, and document it all here for the world to see.

So, in my previous post I mentioned that I asked my sisters to tell me what they think may be keeping me from securing my future spouse. Well The Three Degrees (let's make it the Awesome Foursome if I include my mama) had a whole lot to say. I know I said don't sugarcoat it but ummm...they went straight raw!

By the way, I shared this list of, dare I say, flaws with a friend at work and he cosigned with the quickness. (Note to self: do not speak to said coworker for the next month). On the other hand another coworker, who I now consider one of my bff's, said I was pretty (but in the same statement declared that something must be wrong with me if I don't have a man. The pretty overrode that though).

I am now going to share a remixed version of the issues I seem to have but not without a few arguments along the way. Alrighty then:

Numero Uno: Your bubbly personality is great but most men don't gravitate towards your "sarcasm".  
***insert pregnant pause***


2. I've seen men stop and make it known they want to "holla" at you but your posture (arms folded, rolling eyes, looking them up and down, and sometimes giving the cold shoulder) is not approachable. I've seen you give all men a hard time not just the "lemons" that approach in the club. It was like you had a wall up and that's no fun. I mean just because the man has on a tight shirt it doesn't mean he's a scrub..(he don't have anybody to tell him better than that.) .. ( Ok, I'll admit to this one.. but this is usually before the Grey  Goose..which will be addressed next)


3. The Grey Goose has helped you miss out on a few decent men. Its a turnoff to good single men..and a turn on for the losers...  (Now I have to go to Happy Hour without being happy? Oh, so now I'm supposed to just eat buffalo wings and sip on a fruity drink..hmph!)


4. You've been asked  several times throughout the years "what are you looking for?" and I don't think you know yet. I think until you finally settle on what it is that you want from a man(reasonably) you will forever be looking around... (So...a man that looks like Darren Sharper, has the swag of Jay-Z, can sing like Luther Vandross and know how to cook too much to ask for? Really?)


5. Here's another one...I think your standards are waaaay to high. Have you noticed that if you are wearing high heels that you are taller than the average man?? What I mean is I've seen you put them down for height (shortness) but if you are wearing platforms or heels....they are probably taller than you...  (You see, but that's the issue I want him to be taller than me with the 4" & up heels on...I don't see a problem here.)


6. Shall I say "pessimism". I know you meet guys..but I've also heard how you try to analyze their every word and their every action. Why do you do that? it makes you sound bitter. Not everybody you meet is crazy, desperate, or homeless.... like that poor guy who went over seas...you could've kept in touch via email or whatever and set friendship up for him to come back home to. Think about it...he aint got that many options with that lazy eye of his....  (I am still searching my memory bank for the "lazy eye" guy...who was that?! Oh, and blame the other issue on the influx of "down low brothas." Just one too many blinks of the eyes and case closed.)


7.  Lastly, I think you are testing every guy you meet to be your husband which is a bad thing to do...that takes time and most times the man will choose the woman he wants to be his wife.... (Now, I think I have a good argument here. At this point in my life as a never married woman shouldn't I be sizing up every fella I meet to see if he's marriage material? I'm just saying?)






There were a few other issues that apparently needed to be addressed, like changing up my hairstyle, put on my pretty face and stop dressing like a stagehand everyday (so the t-shirt, jeans and knock-off Uggs are not a good look?..hmm).  I made a promise to them and myself that I will definitely put my best foot forward from now on. 


So, M.O.M.D Challenge 2012 (for which I am the only participant) has officially started. Please feel free to start your own or if you know someone who can benefit from a little intervention, have them stop on by. 


I don't mind if yall leave a comment or two..that's what the link is for.


Holla!

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Let's Just Keep It Real.

I'm new to this whole blogging world and for the past few days I've been struggling with what to write about. Should I keep it cute and funny? Will anybody really care to read what I write about? (well, that still remains to be seen). Will my blogs just sit out there in the blogger universe without one view? blah, blah, blah.

Now, my main objective was to be about motherhood and the trials and tribulations we go through. I will  focus on that the most because that's basically my entire knowledge base, I've been one for the past 15 years. However, I've been restraining myself from talking about what's really on my mind, our (or mainly mine) "manlessness" (yea, I just made it up, and what?)

I find myself in many-a-conversations (daily, mind you) with my girlfriends, coworkers or whoever's willing to listen about "why we don't have a man?" or "what do I have to do find a decent guy?" You know, the normal dribble. Most, well all, of the conversations end with us shaking our heads and throwing up our hands looking exasperated, frustrated and discombobulated because as much as we hate to admit it, we really don't know.

I can't speak for everybody, but it's obvious that I need to do a little self-discovery to figure out why my current situation is as bleak as it is. I'm not afraid or embarrassed to admit it, hell, that's half the problem. Most of us think we are "da business" just the way we are and will say in a heartbeat, "if a man wants me, he's just gonna have to accept me for me!"  Well, boo boo, I'm here to tell you, it's time to take two steps back and step into the real world. Not every man is going to accept you for you and the foolishness that you may do.

Now this may not be for the ladies who have the "Me-Phi-Me" syndrome or riding on that scripture stating "He who hath findeth a wife, findeth a good thing ..." (I really don't know it, but that should be close) Well, he hath not foundeth me yet. I will be 4-0 next year and it's time to nip this tomfoolery in the bud.

So, with that being said. I asked my sisters (which all three are in relationships..yes I said all) to tell me why they think I don't have a man/husband and don't sugarcoat it. We can all read the Steve Harvey books, watch Oprah's Life Class and all of that, but who knows you better than your family. Well, they did just what I asked, and ummm... . I need some time to process this information, but will definitely clue you in.

**begins to pour glass of Moscato**

Until next time...

 Loves in your face.  ~Martin Payne

The Night after Christmas

So we managed to make it through another Christmas. You may have stuffed yourself with every type of cake or pie put in front of you because of course you couldn't refuse. That would just be rude. Maybe you had to deal with loud, crazy relatives who were trying to get all up in your business (because they are concerned of course). Whatever it was, you made it through.

Now, for the next few days you should have a vacation from the  "Mama I wants" or "Mama I needs" because the children should be (or better be) satisfied with what they have. The one minor issue may be, if your children are anything like mine, you will have to force them to detach themselves from the XBox, PS3, Wii or whatever was on their wish list to shower so your home will not smell like the locker room at the Dallas Cowboy's Stadium after a game, but the peace of mind is priceless.

So, baby girl, cherish tonight (or the next few days) because they will be back to their old selves after 2012 rolls in.


Peace.

There's a Problem on the Dance Floor

In the midst of this holiday season, I have discovered a reoccurring problem at a few of the functions I've had the pleasure of attending. It seems many of us have not quite grasped the steps of a very important dance that has spread across this nation. The Wobble. Many of you may find this hard to believe, but there are quite a few ladies (and guys) who just can't seem to follow along and it really just disrupts the flow of things. 

Now I know some of you aren't able to get out to the club (the hole-in-the wall, sugar shack or whatever) because you may be working extra hours, can't find a baby sitter or just not into that scene anymore. However, it is important that you learn this dance in the event you find yourself in a social setting where this song may be played continuously. Nothing pains me more than to see ladies scurrying off the dance floor because this song is starting or staying on the floor and killing everybody else's flow. 

So, I have taken the liberty to post an instructional video found on YouTube. Please take a few minutes out of your day to follow along and I'm sure you will be ready to roll come next function. 

Now for those of you that sprint off the dance floor when the Michael Jackson Slide is played, here's a video for you. This line dance has been around for a minute, but many of us are still challenged in this area as well. (I like this video in particular because I just think ole boy is too smooth.) 

There are a plethora of line dances across this nation, but I selected the two that are most popular at the functions I attend. If you are having trouble with a particular dance exclusive to your area, YouTube is your friend. Please log on and practice. There shall be "no parking on the dance floor" from now on. (Yea, I went there.) 

Dueces! 

Happy Holidays from ShakyBliss.

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The time of year when we are allowed to laugh too loud, drink and eat way too much.  Please try to do all three, and do them well. 


While you're at it, enjoy one of the greatest Christmas Songs of our time.

Much Love.