Oil and Water

The BP Oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico will upset the ecosystem and touch our lives immensely. I heard on the TV a couple of days ago that the Exxon Valdez spilled 11 million gallons in 1989. The BP spill is pumping 5,000 barrels of oil a day.

On January 23^rd there was an oil spill in Port Author, Texas. This spill was 450,000 gallons in the port, which flows into the Gulf of Mexico.

Fishermen are out of work, fish are dying, wetlands are destroyed and folks still want to gas up the SUV. In the meantime BP, Halliburton and Transocean point the finger at each other. Oddly enough, I don’t here Dick Cheney, Sarah Palin, or any other “Drill Baby Drill” person saying anything.

I read an article that said the sample that EPA took on May 4, did not indicate an “increased risk to aquatic life”. Really!!??

Like Marvin Gaye sang in 1971, in Mercy Mercy Me; “Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas fish full of mercury, mercy mercy me, things ain’t what they used to be”.

Peace & Love

Love and Marriage

Ladies if you are married, you need to keep your husband happy, just like you kept him happy while you were dating and working to get that carat. You maintained your dime piece status. Hair, nails, waxing, workouts, slamming outfits, and hot home cooked meals. You even laughed at his silly jokes, listen to how his day was, called to just say hello, watched sports without interrupting him and like Jill said you “felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy”. Now that he has put a “ring on it”, you’re treating him like y’all first cousins. What happened? You go to bed with rollers in your hair and flannel pajamas on, no more Vicki secrets for him. No workouts, feet feeling like Brillo pads.

Marriage means you get freakier. If your man comes home from a hard days work, trust, he is tired, he don’t want to hear your yapping and complaining when he walks in the door. If he wants some loving while you cooking, put that meal on simmer and get to getting. Make him a priority. I know you are saying, I work too, I have to take care of the kids, cook, clean, blah, blah, blah. You were doing that when you were dating; and you can get him to help with the kids and house. After you ride him like a wild buck, tell him to help the kids with the homework while you finish dinner. Oh, he is all over it.

Like Betty Wright said, “The clean up woman will wipe his blues away, she’ll give him penny lovin’ 24 hours a day.” Don’t let this happen to you. Don’t let the clean up woman in your house. Get on your game and keep your man satisfied in and out of the bedroom.

I’m divorced, but trust, it wasn’t because the loving was bad! Ask him….

Peace & Love

Tattoos

I’ve got two, one on my left arm and the other on my back just over my right shoulder. I decided to get my first tattoo after my breakup with my live-in mate. I was 31 and I was feeling down, low, miserable and felt like I wanted to do something daring, unexpected. I was tired of playing it safe, of being the “good” girl. I always felt a tattoo was a sign of a rebellious person. When I was young you only saw men with tattoos, they were in the military or spent time in prison. You rarely saw women with tattoos and if you did, they were hard, loose women.

So I decided on a small tattoo of the number 8. I study numerology and my lifecycle number is eight (add the year you were born, plus the month, plus the day; add all the numbers together to get a single digit. 1+9+6+2+9+8=35; 3+5=8). The number eight means power and sacrifice, I felt I had sacrificed enough. It was time for me to get comfortable in my power. My second tattoo is “Kay2”. My daughter and I decided to get matching tattoos for Christmas. It sounds real ghetto, but it’s something we will always share. It was her idea and her first tattoo. She said it symbolized we will always have each other’s back. (Cue the music!)

I guess you are saying, what’s your point? My point is ladies should be careful when getting tattoos. Ladies, be mindful of the placement, what it is, and the message you convey with your tattoo. One, please don’t get a man’s name tattooed on your body. Boo will probably move on before the tat heals. Two, don’t get a tat on your tit. They will not stay perky forever. That red rose will look like a hanging vine by the time your 35. Three, please don’t get a "tramp stamp", and catch an attitude when someone “holla” at you. What I’m saying is a tat is permanent, and the way you are thinking at 20 will surely change at 40. Think about your future husband, in-laws, children and grandchildren. Think about your future CEO position and how you will be perceived with a bible scripture on your neck! As Aretha Franklin sang, “I ain’t no psychiatrist, I ain’t no doctor with degrees…. You better think.” Think long and hard about that tattoo.

Peace & Love

High Heels and Flats

High Heels and Flats is my life. It’s time to share my story. So many people look at me and see one or two things. I’m so much more than that snapshot. I’ve been around the block, down the hill, across the street and in folk’s backyard. It is time to give responsibility to whomever reads my blog. It’s time for the reader to stand on my shoulders and move onward and upward, avoiding my pitfalls, potholes and general bumps in the road. I only ask that you remember to help others on your journey.

In High Heels and Flats I will discuss everything. You name it and I’ve probably got something to say about it. I look forward to your comments and please share my blog with others. Sometimes I wear heels and sometimes I wear flats, it all depends on the situation.

Peace & Love