I recently decided to take up spinning as a form of exercise. While taking this class we went through a few instructor some purely sucked and one was friggin' amazing. Granted she does not look like your average or even expected spin instructor but don't get it twisted ole girl rawks.
As I gear up for class today I am wondering to myself: exactly what is my inspiration for me doing this and consistently at that? I am famous for picking up a new habit or hobby and then dropping it shortly after. But I find with spinning I look forward to it and I enjoy it like it's not exercise. Yet again I asked what is my true motivation for this class?
I believe it's that in spinning my mind is FREE there are 45 minutes to an hour where I can literally let go and RUN. The music is blaring people are clapping and yelling and I'm in my own world barely hearing any of this. I'm letting go of stress, emotions and thoughts that are cluttering my mind. I use the time that we are "climbing" to let it all out especially if something has me a lil pissed. I close my eyes and push, push, push until I can;t anymore and I feel amazing at my strength and perseverance that even I didn't know I possessed. I challenge myself each week to last a lil longer in certain positions than I did the week before. I am instantly proud of myself when I do. But I do find that if and when I close my eyes and go I am a lil better. Though my eyes can't remain closed through an entire class it reminds me of how good it would feel to just put on running shoes and close my eyes and run. I think I'd call it blinded running. I am obsessed with how good that could actually feel that I feel the fresh air in my lungs and see the beauty of darkness as the cool breeze hit my sweaty and balmy skin from the running. Crazy as this sounds it's almost a fantasy just because of the freedom while running wild, though it contradicts itself it's beauty personified to me.
My inspiration for spinning is the challenge, the thrill and the blinded running. I am peddling that bike and some days I am running from all the BS the week has already offered and the future BS to come. My inspiration is my moment of freedom and bliss where no one and nothing else matters but the fact that I get the chance to run until it hurts.
Every ones inspiration is different, this is just my inspiration for Spinning. After an emotionally draining and irritable day I look forward to spinning tonight for the ease and peace of mind.
~Toodles ♥
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
You Don't Know This Business - Courtesy of Faith Richardson
My very dear friend and sistah "fo lyfe" Makeda has the most precocious 3 year old daughter named Faith. One of my favorite things about our friendship is hearing the daily tales of Faith's MOUTH lmao. One of my favorites is most definitely her saying: You Don't Know This Business.
While it cracks me up to pieces every time I think about it, it made reflect on some more mature issues we as adults and mainly adult women encounter every day.
Let me first start by saying literally every day of my life there is someone I can easily say to: You Don't Know This Business or another Amy Pohler's: Bitch I don't know your life.
I encounter many different people every day from many different walks of life.
One in particular is at my JOB she will see me talking to someone else and walk up to the convo not knowing what’s going on and stand there silently until someone takes a breath so that she can join in. It pisses me off because you could understand everything in the convo if you simply wait to be invited, granted 9 times out of 10 you won't be but never the less standing there are as a spectator waiting to see where you fit in makes you look like a fool and makes me want to turn around and proudly say: You Don't Know This Business.
Another instance would have to be a family member who constantly calls me wondering where I am and when I refuse to answer they take it upon themselves to speculate to the entire family or whoever will listen. This is the same person that texts me incessantly and when I don’t respond begins to send text saying it's URGENT, but it never is. She constantly speculates everything about my life and really believes her many ASSumptions are true. I think I'll make it my BUSINESS to respond to her next text or gossip of speculation with a very simple: You Don't Know This Business, though she will be completely lost on it I will be cracking up LMAO because I know the meaning, the severity and origin.
Saying this phrase to people will give me the same gratification that I get when playing scrabble and someone challenges my word and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt it's a word. While that may not make sense to anyone else it's one of my guiltiest and strangest pleasures.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6SMIRHwaFg&feature=related
You know why you don't get it? Cause You Don't Know This Business :)
♥ Smooches
You know why you don't get it? Cause You Don't Know This Business :)
♥ Smooches
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Splenda Bitches & Negativity
Good Morning,
This morning I reflect on a convo rather a series of convo's I have recently had with a few very, very close Friends of mine. The details and topic of the convo's led me to title this blog respectively titled Splenda Bitches & Negativity.
I started a few months back calling fake and artificial women Splenda Bitches cause they are simply ARTIFICIAL and/or FAKE.
I have encountered many women in life very few do I call friends. I can count on both hands with fingers left over just how many women I consider to be my friends. The reason for that is the many times I have been burned, abused, used and let down many women in my life. I learned at a very young age every person that enters your life with a smile and an offer is not a friend.
It often amazes me how many women come into your life with ill intentions. I am reminded of a situation with a very dear friend of mine. While dealing with a certain "woman" it became apparent that the person in question was not her friend. As with many relationships as women we often have on horse blinders when dealing with people. The people in our inner circle sometimes are fully aware and more inclined to see what is going on that we can't see due to the blinders. With tha being said it hurt me to heart to realize my friends friendship, kindness and devotion was being taken for granted and misused for another's personal gain, that I realized eventually would be the personal FALL of my friend. I constantly informed her: " you are too nice", to which she often smiled... why? Because the heffa is too nice LOL.
I realize most people think I am unapproachable, a bitch, mean, selfish, self centered and the list goes on, the thing is I no longer care... Wow you may say: she really is a cold bitch. No I am not. I realize that rather you like me or not means nothing. Why? Because even if I change everything about me to be what you like you will still not like me. I have no problem with people not liking me cause in most cases I don't like people. But you will have a common respect for me and every entity of me.
With that being said my friend was being disrespected yet with blinders on it did not appear as such to her for a while. When the wolf snatched off the sheep's clothing it became apparent my friends best interest was not a matter the wolf concerned herself with. It was all about self even it meant alienating her from any and everything.
My Friend who I consider to be a real woman beyond the shadow of a doubt was unfortunately put in a position to deal with SPLENDA BITCHES who bought her nothing but negativity.
While she is not fake or artificial she was damn sure putting Splenda in her Coffee. See you let these people into your world and into your heart and before you know it the negativity and bullshit they bring is coursing through your veins, your are breathing in their shit and for a brief moment in time their shit smells like roses. If not handled quick enough you become a Splenda bitch. Thankfully my friend was able to see just what was happening and the poison this person was attempting to pump into her blood stream. It's like a virus or Cancer it starts in one place and if untreated or aggressive enough it SPREADS to the entire body sometimes causing organ failure and/or death.
My friend now sweetens her coffee with PURE SUGAR I am thankful for such because thanks to her being a friend to me I too use PURE SUGAR.
If there are Splenda Bitches in your life bringing nothing but negativity, pain, distance and unhappiness pour out that coffee today and start new. And yes Men can be SPLENDA BITCHES too.
Till Next Time.
Toodles.
♥ BlkButterfly
This morning I reflect on a convo rather a series of convo's I have recently had with a few very, very close Friends of mine. The details and topic of the convo's led me to title this blog respectively titled Splenda Bitches & Negativity.
I started a few months back calling fake and artificial women Splenda Bitches cause they are simply ARTIFICIAL and/or FAKE.
I have encountered many women in life very few do I call friends. I can count on both hands with fingers left over just how many women I consider to be my friends. The reason for that is the many times I have been burned, abused, used and let down many women in my life. I learned at a very young age every person that enters your life with a smile and an offer is not a friend.
It often amazes me how many women come into your life with ill intentions. I am reminded of a situation with a very dear friend of mine. While dealing with a certain "woman" it became apparent that the person in question was not her friend. As with many relationships as women we often have on horse blinders when dealing with people. The people in our inner circle sometimes are fully aware and more inclined to see what is going on that we can't see due to the blinders. With tha being said it hurt me to heart to realize my friends friendship, kindness and devotion was being taken for granted and misused for another's personal gain, that I realized eventually would be the personal FALL of my friend. I constantly informed her: " you are too nice", to which she often smiled... why? Because the heffa is too nice LOL.
I realize most people think I am unapproachable, a bitch, mean, selfish, self centered and the list goes on, the thing is I no longer care... Wow you may say: she really is a cold bitch. No I am not. I realize that rather you like me or not means nothing. Why? Because even if I change everything about me to be what you like you will still not like me. I have no problem with people not liking me cause in most cases I don't like people. But you will have a common respect for me and every entity of me.
With that being said my friend was being disrespected yet with blinders on it did not appear as such to her for a while. When the wolf snatched off the sheep's clothing it became apparent my friends best interest was not a matter the wolf concerned herself with. It was all about self even it meant alienating her from any and everything.
My Friend who I consider to be a real woman beyond the shadow of a doubt was unfortunately put in a position to deal with SPLENDA BITCHES who bought her nothing but negativity.
While she is not fake or artificial she was damn sure putting Splenda in her Coffee. See you let these people into your world and into your heart and before you know it the negativity and bullshit they bring is coursing through your veins, your are breathing in their shit and for a brief moment in time their shit smells like roses. If not handled quick enough you become a Splenda bitch. Thankfully my friend was able to see just what was happening and the poison this person was attempting to pump into her blood stream. It's like a virus or Cancer it starts in one place and if untreated or aggressive enough it SPREADS to the entire body sometimes causing organ failure and/or death.
My friend now sweetens her coffee with PURE SUGAR I am thankful for such because thanks to her being a friend to me I too use PURE SUGAR.
If there are Splenda Bitches in your life bringing nothing but negativity, pain, distance and unhappiness pour out that coffee today and start new. And yes Men can be SPLENDA BITCHES too.
Till Next Time.
Toodles.
♥ BlkButterfly
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Humph!!!
What is it with the Indian guy driving like it's a friggin speedway in the garage and almost hitting my car head on? Idiot...
I'm determined to get back on track...
Can I just say how much I hate SPRINT how is my bill almost $30.00 more every month WTH?
UGH they make me sick...
Today is so so... so Imma end this one early
I'm determined to get back on track...
Can I just say how much I hate SPRINT how is my bill almost $30.00 more every month WTH?
UGH they make me sick...
Today is so so... so Imma end this one early
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Completely IRKED
Ok. So today I have a tremendouse amount of stuff on mind some I won't go into but a good amount I will.
Lets get it in.
I hate a person standing right on my butt in a line WTH are tryna do? Sniff me? Ugh back the freak up. In the same instance I hate a person all in my food. I'm at my desk one day and along come "this guy" walks up to ask me somethings, mind you I'm on my lunch break (I am so going to stop eating at my desk) anywho he comes up to ask some questions proceeds tolook down at my food move closer and inspect my food while pointing at it and ask : Hey girl what u got there?" WTF Are you crazy. A. I don't want to be called girl like yousome kinda slave driver
B. Get your friggin finger out my isht.
I proceed to throw the food away in his face and walk away.
On to my next issue...
Why are the drivers here in the DMV piss poor any amount of rain causes ya'll bastards to ride your brakes WTH and WHY OH WHY...It took me over 2 hours to get to work this morning all for nothing, Then some fool put something on the lil boards on the VA bridge please help me understand why that made traffic? UGH
Why do people have offices and not close the DAYUM door WTH dangit they are making me so mad and they proceed to talk loud as hell no matter how many times Iturn around, loudly sigh or roll my eyes they dont get the hint CLOSE THE DAYUM DOOR TROLLPS.
WTH is with black radio? Why isn't there anything on and when it is it's filled with commercials... Tom Joyner has the spokeswoman for bitter black women in his radio show: Sybill that broad hates everything and every man there is nothing she is positive about get a life,.
If you can't tell today I am not feeling it I am too agitated...
Also for those that think being an Admin Asst is nothign think again losers. You are the wife in a marriage when you are an admin your constantly reminding them f appointments, mking sure they are more tha prepared for the entire day and then the next day. You are the shoulder they cry on the ear they bend and the person they often take frustrations out on there is nothing simple about this job. I'm constantly dealing with multiple personalities and sroking egos so when I get on her rant half the crap is from this place.
If youlisten to the foxxhole and Speedys Comedy Corner then u understand me saying Lewis Dix and that broad Chanel need to hold hands and JUMP.
Lets get it in.
I hate a person standing right on my butt in a line WTH are tryna do? Sniff me? Ugh back the freak up. In the same instance I hate a person all in my food. I'm at my desk one day and along come "this guy" walks up to ask me somethings, mind you I'm on my lunch break (I am so going to stop eating at my desk) anywho he comes up to ask some questions proceeds tolook down at my food move closer and inspect my food while pointing at it and ask : Hey girl what u got there?" WTF Are you crazy. A. I don't want to be called girl like yousome kinda slave driver
B. Get your friggin finger out my isht.
I proceed to throw the food away in his face and walk away.
On to my next issue...
Why are the drivers here in the DMV piss poor any amount of rain causes ya'll bastards to ride your brakes WTH and WHY OH WHY...It took me over 2 hours to get to work this morning all for nothing, Then some fool put something on the lil boards on the VA bridge please help me understand why that made traffic? UGH
Why do people have offices and not close the DAYUM door WTH dangit they are making me so mad and they proceed to talk loud as hell no matter how many times Iturn around, loudly sigh or roll my eyes they dont get the hint CLOSE THE DAYUM DOOR TROLLPS.
WTH is with black radio? Why isn't there anything on and when it is it's filled with commercials... Tom Joyner has the spokeswoman for bitter black women in his radio show: Sybill that broad hates everything and every man there is nothing she is positive about get a life,.
If you can't tell today I am not feeling it I am too agitated...
Also for those that think being an Admin Asst is nothign think again losers. You are the wife in a marriage when you are an admin your constantly reminding them f appointments, mking sure they are more tha prepared for the entire day and then the next day. You are the shoulder they cry on the ear they bend and the person they often take frustrations out on there is nothing simple about this job. I'm constantly dealing with multiple personalities and sroking egos so when I get on her rant half the crap is from this place.
If youlisten to the foxxhole and Speedys Comedy Corner then u understand me saying Lewis Dix and that broad Chanel need to hold hands and JUMP.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
The Potty @ Work
So I go to make my final tinkle stop before leaving the office every stall in there except the last 2 is occupied. I wrote something a few days ago about women using the first stall for poopy of course today that did not stop the symphony of butt harmonicas going off in all the stops except mine. They were not only loud they were foul as hell. My problem WTF is wrong with using the handicap stall for poopy and if you can't hold it why can't you let a lil escape and then finish up at home? DAMN
The bathroom is rank and pretty damn stank!
UGH
The bathroom is rank and pretty damn stank!
UGH
Lunch Time
While Subway should be and is advertised to be light and healthy I still feel extremely full and have a serious case of the itis afterwards... UGH I feel like crap after that Turkey sandwich. It also never ceases to amaze me the people who work in Subway can't understand english but they know exactly what you want on your sandwich? WTF They look at u all googley eyed when you ask about anything like correct change for example. Damn shame... Language barriers are a bitch.
I had been on this health kick lately where I was only eating fruits, veggies either chicken or fish I felt so much better in comparison to how I feel today after having processed food from Subway Ion care what Jared's fat ass says that shit is still processed especially the damn Turkey and whatnot. Anywho I'm going back to my fruits and veggies tomorrow.
Is it still considered taking a lunch break if you eat at your desk and are still answering emails and calls? I would say no but I'm sure I'm the only one feeling that way at least in here that is.
I had been on this health kick lately where I was only eating fruits, veggies either chicken or fish I felt so much better in comparison to how I feel today after having processed food from Subway Ion care what Jared's fat ass says that shit is still processed especially the damn Turkey and whatnot. Anywho I'm going back to my fruits and veggies tomorrow.
Is it still considered taking a lunch break if you eat at your desk and are still answering emails and calls? I would say no but I'm sure I'm the only one feeling that way at least in here that is.
A Rant A Rave & A Few Thoughts
So I logged off the computer pretty early last night in hopes that I'd get up for work on time this morning.Before calling it a night I decided the shirt I wanted to wear needed to be washed. I put it in the washer and set the alarm so I could get up to put it in the dryer. So the alarm goes off and I hit the off button... not even attempting to get up and put the shirt in the dryer... However I don't realize this until the next alarm goes off @ 6:30am and I the shirt is wet. I jump out the bed almost step on the dog and run to the dryer... place the shirt in the dryer and run to the shower. Once in the shower and realizing my shirt is in the dryer I think I have a few extra minutes... I don't but I sit my nekkid ass on the bed anyhow and watch some Greys Anatomy. It dawns on me that the shirt I am wearing calls for a special eye shadow due to the boldness of the shirt. Once again I am jumping up off the bed barely Spunk... rummaging through the makeup cases in search of the MAC palette that has the color. I find the color and commence to putting my make up on. Suddenly it hits me to look at the clock. It's 7:48 and I need to be in the car by 8 to get to work by 9:30 still not the time I wanted to be at work but def beats 10:00. I finish the other eye and grab the shirt out of the dryer. By this time I am in boy shorts a bra and sliding on my slacks. I grab the shirt and thank God that it doesn't need to be ironed.
Making my way out the door.. Finally working on being on time. Jump in the car and see I left the sunroof slightly cracked. UGH the leather seats are cold as hell... I hit the button to warm them up and ball out the parking lot only be halted by the woman with the horrible wig in the Cadillac slowly easing through the development. She obviously is on time while I'm running late and praying for an accident so I don't lie when I walk through the door and say it was an accident that had me in traffic. No such luck just a gang of slow Sunday drivers.
Any who I'm moving along down the beltway decided to listen to the radio for the first time in forever AINT CRAP ON... back to the CD's Anthony Hamilton is crooning about the point of it all and I'm feeling it now Chrisette is telling us how she's ok and I hit the repeat the button cause ole girl is getting it in.
I get to work after an hour and 15 minutes of Chrisette and Anthony preparing me for the day ahead.
I get to the office and this MOFO is driving thru the GARAGE like it
s the Indy EFFIN 500 and almost hits my baby head on I stop dead in the middle of the garage and take minute to collect myself to ensure I don't jump out and commence to beat the brakes of him and his broke ass FORD...
I begin to blare Anthony again and pull into my space... Now I'm here and already ready to slap a hoe such is the way of my everyday life and guess what it's on 11:50 surely I'm gonna have more...
Smooches
Making my way out the door.. Finally working on being on time. Jump in the car and see I left the sunroof slightly cracked. UGH the leather seats are cold as hell... I hit the button to warm them up and ball out the parking lot only be halted by the woman with the horrible wig in the Cadillac slowly easing through the development. She obviously is on time while I'm running late and praying for an accident so I don't lie when I walk through the door and say it was an accident that had me in traffic. No such luck just a gang of slow Sunday drivers.
Any who I'm moving along down the beltway decided to listen to the radio for the first time in forever AINT CRAP ON... back to the CD's Anthony Hamilton is crooning about the point of it all and I'm feeling it now Chrisette is telling us how she's ok and I hit the repeat the button cause ole girl is getting it in.
I get to work after an hour and 15 minutes of Chrisette and Anthony preparing me for the day ahead.
I get to the office and this MOFO is driving thru the GARAGE like it
s the Indy EFFIN 500 and almost hits my baby head on I stop dead in the middle of the garage and take minute to collect myself to ensure I don't jump out and commence to beat the brakes of him and his broke ass FORD...
I begin to blare Anthony again and pull into my space... Now I'm here and already ready to slap a hoe such is the way of my everyday life and guess what it's on 11:50 surely I'm gonna have more...
Smooches
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
WTF
So I am at work and I realize so many things irritate me to no end.
One being women that use the bathroom at work and use the first stall for poopy. Now if I have to tinkle in a rush the first place I'm going is the fist stall, however you have now left a ring around the toilet and some crumbs so I'm completely disgusted and can't possibly tinkle in peace. I have to squeeze my thighs extremely tight and do a lil shuffle in heels to the 3rd or 4th stall all while hoping I don't bust my ass on account your stiny booty ass not using the Handicap stall for poopies... we all know that's what it's there for.
Ladies when poppying *u know u like that word* please use the handicap stall.
I also hate the fact that I come to work every morning no matter how I feel when walking in the building I speak to the security gaurds at the front desk as I am badging in however they act like life sucks and I just crapped on them and not speak. People if I smile at you in acknowledgement that I see you staring at me for whatever reason and u simply look back with an stupid vague expression you will never get an elevator door or the big ass glass doors to the building held for you by me.
If I hold the door for you and don't so mucha as say BOO I'll never do it again.
Just because candy is on my desk in a jar does not mean it's for you.
Yes I have a big ole butt and big ole boobies but my eyes are never in my bra so explain to my why your holding a convo with Vickies Secret instead of me... Same applies to my ass I'm sure she didn't say BYE to you as I sashayed out your office so why are you telling her bye with your eyes? I hate to look back to mention something I forgot and see you eye level with the nape of my ass... And I thought you Euro's didn't want all this Jelly... Humph...
I'm a firm believer in natural beauty.. I get my hair blown out every week by the Dominicans and I get my nails done every other week along with my eyebrows. I wear minimum makeup normally just a nice shadow that matches my outfit and either lipliner and lipglass or just lipglass... Notice I never mention lashes or anything of the sort so WTF are these scallywags always asking me what NAIL shop I get my lashes done in? Not to mention I'm not all up on a nail shop with acrylic, gel, wax and parafin tubs pasting lashes to my eyes...
THEIR MINE HEFFA... Note the pic above
Welcome Back Butterfly
I was reading a very close friend's blog and it inspired me to revisit mine again.
So much has changed since the last time I wrote on here I have no idea the direction I'll take with this blog or what I plan to write about but Twitter gives you minimum space and my job blocks FB so I guess this will be my outlet LOL
I'll begin working a post for today and see what comes to mind.
Smooches
~BlkButterfly
So much has changed since the last time I wrote on here I have no idea the direction I'll take with this blog or what I plan to write about but Twitter gives you minimum space and my job blocks FB so I guess this will be my outlet LOL
I'll begin working a post for today and see what comes to mind.
Smooches
~BlkButterfly
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