Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

Who doesn't love game season? Every season is game season for one sport or another but about this time we can get our fill of football and baseball at the same time. If you are into it, you're in heaven right now. If you aren't, you are a lonely person...a lonely sick person. With the recent win of the Cubs, fans are losing their ever loving minds. Word is that street parking was $100 to watch the game. I don't know how that happens but... it happened. But for the first home playoff game in about 7 years, I can't say that I don't understand the enthusiasm. If you want to share your team pride   you can find cool tees like this Chicago vs. History  tee. More of a football fan? Then go for a steelers jersey. I'm a devout Giants  fan so I'd have to go with something that represents my team. Either way, this the season to represent your favorite team so grab your jerseys and tees, old and new and get into the spirit of game season!

Emotionally volatile people seldom make it to my to do list for things I plan to deal with. I have an ex. Actually, they aren't an ex. Why? Because I was told that we were never in a relationship. But I'm still referred to as an ex. Are you confused yet? Loving someone is great, but if they are insane chances are they won't realize that you loved them anyway. That's the moment when you do the following: Take your hand and put it in front of your face. Turn it so you are looking at your palm. Now bring your thumb, pointer, ring finger and pinky inward toward your palm. Find your ex and show them your hand. There is no reason to waste your time trying to prove your love to someone who will never realize it. There is no reason to fight someone to be their friend. People are in the past for good reason most of the time. Take the loss and you may find out that you have gained something cool...like PEACE. Every year or so, my ex/not ex because we were never together...

It's happened. You're in the heat of the moment and there is the tell tale popping sound; the latex sling shot that was the sole barrier between passion and pregnancy (and other things we won't mention). Or the stroke was dope until the rain coat decided to slip off in the midst of the downpour. It's in those moments that one of two things happen: You either pretend that it didn't happen and in the heat of the moment take your chances or you take a pause to strap up and then tap up once again. Either option isn't ideal. So today, I found the Tailor Fit Condom . For only about $1.25 USD each, you will gain the experience of a jimmy that doesn't shimmy (Oh, I really impressed myself with that one). These condoms which go by the brand name of Sustain are organic, Kosher, and GMO free. I feel like I should wrap my sushi in these things. I haven't found any reviews on these condoms but should you decide to give them a try, I welcome you to leave a review r...

Everyone has a purpose. Life is a journey to realizing that purpose and sharing it with the rest of the world. Many times we seek the secret to success without realizing that the secret is no more than discovering to your gift and giving it to the world. We often interpret success to be financial. Financial wealth is no more than a blessing that is the fortunate result of sharing your gift(s). I once met a woman who told me that Oprah Winfrey was her best friend. While Oprah can't call this woman specifically by name, I'm sure she knows that she is often considered a friend or even best friend to thousands of people if not more. She would have never received the opportunity to play that role in so many lives had she not embarked upon a career as a news anchor. Eventually, she was turned away from the business because she didnt have the look. That rejection only allowed her to place her focus on other opportunities and after the start of a talkshow she was able to take her...

She was 15, and boy crazy. She had a grown woman's body and a child like mind that willed her to do adult like things. It was an unfortunate combination and nothing good would come of it. He was 18 and chiseled. He often wore his shirt off on the exceptionally hot summer days. He wasn't gorgeous, but he was mature and she took notice. She spent most of her time peering curiously at him while he was bent over the open hood of a car. He may have noticed her inquisitive gaze, but he never suggested it. He continued his work, as if no one were watching. Time pressed on and what seemed like months later was merely weeks. Her mother asked her to knock on his door and request his services. She made sure she looked just right. She wanted him to notice her. She walked over and knocked on the door. He came outside with his shirt off again. She noticed every muscle on his body. She felt a familiar jitter in the pit of her stomach. He was young, but he was a man. He didn't have the l...

"Wow, look at her." the older gentleman swiveled around on his bar stool to gaze longily at the brunette with the visibly fake breasts. "For Christ's sake, she looks like a blow up doll!" the younger man shrieked with forced discretion. Both sat in grey business suits. The older appeared to be a forshadowing of the younger mans future; successful, wealthy, and aggressive. "Women ought to look like blow up dolls then men wouldn't be so lonely." He now took a slow sip of his jack and coke. Every day at 3pm for 35 years he had a jack and coke. It's a wonder his liver hadn't cracked in half by now. "Give me one damned woman thats worth her weight in gold and I'd marry her right now." He mused as he slammed his hand lightly against the table. His wedding band clanged hard against the wooden bar countertop. "You're already married." the younger man said, clearly exasperated. "Don't remind me." the o...