FAIRYTales...the untold story.


The Princess and the FRog-

Once upon a time in the great land of Suburbia, a beautiful, vivacious Princess is cruising through the neighborhood in her, shiny, new Mercedes. She's pumping Maxwell through her speakers while enjoying the cool breeze of a beautiful autumn day. When she comes to a stop, she notices the Red Mustang next to her. Something about that car just does something to her, then she notices the driver.

"Dayum," she exclaims under her breath. He was quite the looker.

"How you doing?" he asks.

"Fine, and you?"

"I can see you're fine, but how you doing?"

His casual banter brought a smile to her face.

After a very brief exchange, she gave him her number...i mean who would ever thought she would run into someone so funny, and charming and obviously intelligent at a stop light, in the middle of Suburbia...not her.

There very brief encounter led them into a passionate romance. Yes, the Princess had indeed fell in love and proclaimed to all of Surburbia that she had found her Prince. She married him quickly and planned for other great things to take place, like children, and their someday ascension to King and Queen of Surburbia.

The Prince followed along, and enjoyed his new found wealth and status, because before he was just a frog, but now he was a Prince. Unbeknownest to the Princess, his new status gained him alot of attention, and new admirers. In fact, he was being hit upon on the daily by women who would have never even looked at him. It wouldn't be long before the Prince used his royal scepter on the masses.

The Princess was unaware of his infidelity, and carried on like any Princess would until one day she began to itch...(yeah, down there)...wtf? She asked herself and called upon the Royal Doctor to prescribe her something...because something was amiss.

"I have what?" she screamed..."An STD....oh hell naw!"

She had never stepped out on the Prince...so as quiet as it is kept, she stormed out of the house in search of the Prince and his Royal Scepter.

"His trifling azz is mine!"

The Prince was kicked out of the Palace, stripped of all his things, sent back to the hoods of Surburbia with nothing more than the clothes on his back.

The Princess was heartbroken,she had learned the hard way that her prince was just a horny little toad.

You can turn a frog into a Prince, but his d$ck will make him a dog

the end

Sometimes it just takes a song to really convey how you feel...



Fistful Of Tears by Maxwell

Feel just like a weight has lifted
How can I repay you help me understand
Currency a fistful of tears I can afford
Fight of your life is not the cost
Time will reveal
All along you’re the one who’s losing

Cause I go insane
Crazy sometimes
Tryin you to keep you from losing your mind
Open your eyes
See what’s in front of your face
Save me my fistful of tears

You can make it disappear girl(boy)
All you got to do is just raise up, face up, stay up
All things will heal we’ll feel it with a kiss from the
skies
Don’t’ you let it go
Don’t’ you let it go

Cause I go insane
Crazy sometimes
Tryin you to keep you from losing your mind
Open your eyes
See what’s in front of your face
And save me my fistful of tears

We gon fight the war
We gon fight our fears
The only thing I wanna throw is a fistful of tears
We gon fight the war
We gon fight our fears
The only thing I gotta throw is a fistful of tears
We gon fight the war
We gon fight our fears
The only thing I wanna throw is a fistful of tears

Cause I go insane
Crazy sometimes
Tryin you to keep you from losing your mind
Open your eyes
See what’s in front of your face
And save me my fistful of tears

Cause I go insane
Crazy sometimes
Tryin you to keep you from losing your mind
Open your eyes
See what’s in front of your face
And save me my fistful of tears

Fistful Of Tears - Maxwell

A rose is still a rose...but a Wildflower is forever...

don't ever discount a wildflower or it's beauty

it was made to be distinct and formiddable, to be enjoyed by all

it's color varies, it has a style of it's own

it grows in any season and it it will be back forever more

it is not fickle

nor is it weak

it thrives on what's natural...the rain, the sun, the soil

Even the Bees love its nectar...it is just as sweet any flower

It is not a weed

It grows freely

It lives long

It thrives even in the harshest conditions

It's beautiful

It is vibrant

It has stood the test of time

It may not be a rose, and yet...just as beautiful, just as vibrant...and most importantly...it returns every year.

Wildflowers are special...like any other flower...so treat them as so...

treat them with LOVE!


Let her cry for she's a lady...let her dream, for she's a child...let the rain fall down upon her...she's a free and gentle flower...growing wild.

Help wanted...

Position - Man in my life

Qualifications - neat, clean, half-way good looking, good heart, desirable, loving, kind, passionate, thinker, motivator, cheerleader, good family man, loves children and teens. A man who can serve God and man. Can go to church with me, but most of all, pray with me. A man who can be a leader, a father to my children, my friend, my lover and my man. Has a job. Has a career or at least aiming for one. No set height requirements, but i can't really do under 5'2". (i'm 5'7") Black, White or other, but i do prefer the darker persuasion. Funny, witty, intelligent is a plus, but the most important thing is...you got to have a heart, and your heart has to be mine.

Age requirement - between 28 and 52...(i've learned from experience 26 is much too young, and over 52 has caused me to detract...unless you've got a young spirit, not on viagra, and can hang with a sista.)

Benefits - Easy on the eyes, and guaranteed to surpise, free healthcare, dental care, loving care. A woman who will go the distance for you...who will hold you up as KING. A passionate, cooking woman, who not only cleans, but does laundry, a Queen in the streets but a freak in the sheets. (lmao right now). A loyal and faithful woman (check out Rich's post...u will know what i mean). You will have a cheerleader, a friend, a lover beyond others, an experienced housewife, and professional who knows how to get things done. You will feel like you have hit the lottery...oh yeah, an i'm not talking about the the Cash4 or Fantasy5...i'm talking about the big one.


Things you may consider - i got a teenage son...oh yeah, sounds simple but it's not. My family is dayum near psychotic...but they will only kill you if you hurt me.

I like wine, and no matter what i will drink it at all costs.


Salary - beyond your wildest imagination...everything you could possibly want and more. This position is career-conditional, in laymens words if you make it through the final cut...you are in there...like forever. Hope that's good enuf for you,

So, if you are still interested...email me at hotmom.com...i'll be waiting, or you can just leave your name, number an email here...that's if you are really, really serious.


lmao...just kidding, kinda

Sunday Musings...or what's on my mind right now.

November 1, 2009 - one year since i lost my oldest brother. I love you bruh...forever and always.

I'm not sad...but i miss him for sure, got to go see my mom and just hug her, make her smile...and eat whatever she has cooked.

You know cooking...is healing...at least to me...my mom always said when she can't do no more...she can prepare a meal for her kids. This used to be our reward, our birthday present, and back in the day, our Christmas.

So like mom...

When all is said and done...i cook us some Soul Food...nothing better than Food for the Soul!

I find incredible peace while cooking...especially if i'm making an old favorite.

I can't solve everything, or everyone's problem, but i can cook you a great meal, thus showing you i care by preparing a meal just for you.

I love getting up on Saturday and Sunday mornings and cooking breakfast for my kids...i love the look on their faces, (even their grown faces) when they come around the corner to a table of pancakes, sausage, eggs, grits and more if i'm feeling bountiful.

I can talk to you until you are blue in the face.

I can pray for you, and leave it up to God...then after that i cook.

Have a wonderful Sunday FAM...Miz got's some cooking to do.