My Shower

The older I get the longer I take in the shower.

The water has so much more meaning to me now as it bounces off my skin.

I want to feel it again.

and again.

And just one more time. Cuz time has no value at that moment.

Only when the water runs cold or my skin begins to look old.

A shower is sometimes all I need.

At that moment I finally breathe to a point of relief. Sometimes I be in disbelief at how good dat shyt feel.

My nigga dis shower can't be real.

And it knows how to heal.

Heal all my life battle scars, internal pain and tension.

Relaxes my muscles and did I forget to mention.

Ya girl be squeaky clean.

From the Lemongrass soap to the sugar scrubbed down my skin look extra lean.

Oh and don't let me get an incense.

Fye dat bitch up  it just might get explicit.

My need for this liquid right now has not limit.

I need this. Right now this shower might be the reason. I'm sinking. Stop peeping.

Buju Bonton or Les Nubuian. Seem to be the only Pandora stations my body responds to at that moment in time and I slow wind.

Piece of mind is what I seek when I turn the nozils on and a piece I get. Every time. 

Body Fine

...now

My shower.

By Takia "Kia Flow" Dickens 

Going with the Flow Episode 3 "Kale Gone Wild"

Cooking Brown Rice

This task takes a long time to me. Being that I make my own rules I don't like to measure anything, so I eyeball my rice to water ratio. However the boiling process seems to be longer than my bowel movements after eating chitterlings on Thanksgiving. I promise it took me 6 hours to cook 3 servings of brown rice. I added Olive Oil, and Kosher Salt for taste and boiled. While the rice was boiling I was able to clean the entire hotel room eliminating work for house keeping, cook another meal for the next day and balance my check book... from 2002. The extended cooking of brown rice makes me wonder, what in the hell do they do to the white rice which makes it cook so fast. I'm a woman that loves to cook but cooking brown rice makes me want to rethink this whole woman thing and just go live in the Amazon Rain Forrest with those frogs that change colors (I can't remember their name). Anyway... I just wanted to rant a little bit about how brown rice will cause you to miss a few birthdays waiting for it to cook to perfection. I will say though, once it was done, it was nice and fluffy with excellent flavor. I made Tuna with Cilantro and Lime to go with. A po man's meal with a twist. I love this dish. I would post the gredients with measurements but as I stated... I make my own rules. You should try it some time.

Toodles

The Devil's Double

So I watched The Devil’s Double last night. A fact based interpretation of Uday Hussein’s life. Wow was he an evil, nasty, demonic living specimen with the taste for blood dripping from his parotid glandsI cringed not but I did become more appreciative (as if I’m not already). Ladies, imagine your wedding day. One of the happiest days or your life filled with family and friends, love, laughter, music and joy. Nothing could possibly go wrong on this most sacred day… Right? Fellas, imagine being offered the position of “brother” from a man that you know represents everything you are against in life. A man that you would killed if given the opportunity to with no remorse or regret. Imagine being told you have 10 mins to make a decision. Easy choice… Right? Watch this movie.

 

SN: I really don’t like movies like movies like this but it was very informative.

You are such a slut! I don't respect you!

Ladies I learned yesterday that respect is earned, and in our case in order for us to get respect we must wear more clothes, because fewer clothes indicate a lack of respect for one’s self. So put on as many garments as you can because you will get more respect that way.

 

***WARNING***

 

I am being completely sarcastic in this post. By no means do I feel that a woman deserves less respect from anyone because of the clothes she chooses to wear. Those are teachings that have been feed to us forEVER that basically teach us to place women in categories and treat them according to the materials they posses, or the job they have, or WHAT THEY CHOOSE TO WEAR instead of uplifting all women, making them all feel loved, and beautiful and unique. It teaches hate. It teaches a new form of segregation.

Oh but here’s the kicker! You actually shouldn’t expect much respect when you wear less clothing. You are dead wrong if you do. Under no circumstance should you expect to be respected if you wear revealing clothes. This is BS and we need to stop teaching these practices without actually saying “Don’t respect a woman who wears less clothing.” When you tell a woman that if she doesn’t  dress like a slut then she would be respected by a man, that’s basically telling men not to respect a woman that dress like  sluts. How about you take the time to see if she is a slut. It’s not like you’re in rush anyhow, what do you have to do? Live? That’s about it. Once you inquire about her actual occupation, how about you ask her for her name, then what are her dreams, what is she doing to make those dreams come true. Less clothes shouldn’t mean automatic disrespect.

A Few Things I Read on Bing News Today

Apple sues Samsung and HTC instead of Google because it's easier to sue the company actually making a profit from their original creation. Apparently Google makes their revenue from advertising. #AWESOME

Mississippi is the fattest state and Colorado is the thinest. Because I live in Fl of course I had to look and see our ranking....... #32

Jennifer Aniston got proposed to again... Oh and she cried..................

There have been approximately 81 Notable Deaths this year thus far

I read a little bit of "Midday Glance" on Oil Companies. However until gas prices are the price they were when I got my first car back in 2002 (yes) I really don't care.

That's about it. My country disappoints me so I really don't care too much about the fluff they post for "everyone" to see. To me America is no different than a "hot headed" adolescent who does not think before they act. America has big bombs, the youth have big guns. Blah and sad at the same time. I don't have answers or solutions though so I'm just as lost as the country I live in.

Lemon Pie

I wrote this blog to talk about how much I love Krystal's Lemon Pie. I remember the first time I had one. I was originally purchasing the Lemon Pies from Church's Chicken. Those were my pride and joy. Then I filled out a job application at the local Krystal in the Paxon area of town. I think I was studying the menu and noticed the item was for sale. I went into the freezer and got one for my lunch break. Look... I need for you all to understand the different feelings and emotions that were swirling around in my mouth. Fighting with teeth and saliva, it seemed too good to be true, so I took another bite.... OMG!!! I was still a virgin at the time, so biting into that pie felt like the best "rub out" job I had ever had, and it only seemed to be getting better with each bite. I believe somewhere there was a small tear that formed in the corner of my eyes. A tear of satisfaction and delight. I believed from that day forward the stars were aligned perfectly for me and The Lemon Pie. I became addicted. I had to have a Lemon Pie morning, noon and night. I became obsessed. I would get mad at customers for coming in and ordering MY DAMN LEMON PIE. The disrespect. Could they not see the undying love that pie and I shared. Even if it seemed as if I was getting the better end of the deal, the pie completed me. That became my one true reason for living, and there was no customer that would stand in the way of my happiness. I had to make my move quick for I didn't want people to get wind of the pie and I's affair. So one day I asked my manager for a raise. I was going to take my extra money and purchase the pies by the cases. I saw it as an opportunity for us to be together. I had the money and the pies... Well the pies had the sweets. They knew how to fulfill me better than any Caramel Sundae from McDonalds, or Chocolate Chip Cookies from BK or even a hot Apple Pie from Popeye's. Those had been my previous lovers. No... This pie was something special. Needless to say however my manager never gave me a raise and after months and months of watching MY LEMON PIE walk off with various customers... I quit. I couldn't bear to watch my love throw themselves on the first person with a dollar. It made me reevaluate our love and our friendship as a whole. I said some pretty hateful things the last time I saw the pie. But I guess the pie had the final last laugh. That pie caused my stomach to double in size over the course of 7 months. So not a good look for a 10th grader at that time. I was reunited with Lemon Pie today, and boy did it still have that effect on me. I'm no longer a virgin now, and I have condoms... Let's see where tonight will lead us........