Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Lovely Day

(nah we def don't fight like the video LOL...we don't fight at all)

33 years ago today, a boy child was born.

No.. he wasn’t the Messiah, or the next president…but he was born for a very special purpose.

The stars had aligned and determined that on May 3rd, 2006, the boy child, now a man, would connect with the person he was destined to be with.


Sounds heavy huh?

Today is the birthday of the man in my life.


It’s his birthday today. This day will never be the same for me again. May 30th is now one of the most important days in my life. It is a day for celebration, rejoicing and happiness. Tonight, the twins and I are baking a cake, and we have two “3” candles (cause he’s 33 today) and we will sing to him and give him ice cream.

It’s not a limo ride to the hottest strip club. He doesn’t want to go out to a 5 star restaurant or the latest happening club. He got up and went to work this morning like a good man does and has no other plans but to come back home and be with my little nucleus of a family. And we are happy to have him.

I cannot speak enough of the things he has done so far. The changes that have come over me. I just know that we are together…soo together….and that he is the sweetest man I have ever been with…

The most handsome…..

The best Lover (that’s right…I said it…and if yall only knew how much I meant it…Scribe puts every man to shame)

And the most sincere….

I believe the words that come out of his mouth…I believe in every hug he just sneaks up behind me to give…I believe in every kiss he gives….every glance that tells me exactly how he’s feeling. I believe the words he said on Sunday. And the ones I said too.

It’s his birthday today…and before I continue with the rest of my “Tell the world how great Scribe is Monday”…I just needed yall to know how happy I am on this day….because it’s the day he was born….and what a great day for the world…because a loving, caring individual was born…and for that we should all be happy.

I know I am.

Happy Birthday Daddy.

Speaking of which….Scribe met my mother for the first time on Sunday. The first words out of her mouth were:

“Oh, he looks like your father!”

Not my step dad…my real father. I had known I would get this reaction from her. I tried to prepare her for it but she didn’t listen. She said that I always claimed that I met guys who looked like my father but this time I was right. Absolutely right. I guess that’s why I never really talked about Scribe’s looks. I really didn’t want people to think I had some sort of Oedipus complex. But he is soooo fine. Scribe looks so much like my brother Ant that people thought they were twins at my BBQ Monday. They have the same features, almost the same height (Scribe is taller), almost the same complexion (Scribe is a little lighter) and the same build (my brother is a little bigger). But Scribe looks more like Ant’s twin than his real twin Felix.

They played a joke on me. I was working on getting the DJ equipment to play in my backyard and my brother put on Scribe’s hat and came up behind me. He blew on my neck and since I had only glanced back, I thought it was Scribe. I kept saying “Yes, baby? Yes, baby? What you need Daddy?” and then I finally turned around and saw it was my brother. Everybody died laughing. Scribe and my brother found time to have a long talk…similar to the one Scribe had on Sunday with my mother. Stating his intentions and what he had done already and what he planned to do. And how much he cared for me. This made them both feel more at ease with the direction we’re taking together. Because both of them had been on my case for going away with a man I barely knew (as they put it). After talking with him and spending time with him, they both came to me at different points and gave me their approval on the new man in my life. So did the twins.

So yesterday I BBQ’d for 20 people. Not by myself. Scribe was with me every step of the way. I made ribs, jerked chicken, bbq chicken, chopped BBQ (pork shoulder), Spanish rice, salad, and potato salad. Scribe made 3 pans of delicious baked macaroni and cheese (while I was asleep), helped me clean the entire house, went to the store about a million times and helped me clean up my backyard after it was over. We had such a good time. It was cool having the whole family over and seeing him being assimilated into the fold.

As the Borg said, “Resistance is futile!”.

But he wasn’t resisting at all. Scribe was having a great time. I wish I could say that I could tell by his smiles…but since we met neither one of us can stop grinning. And to top it off…even though he was just as tired as I was…he ran me a hot bath after everyone left and gave me a good massage because my feet had swelled and he wanted to make sure that I was rested for work.

Yeah I’m gushing over my boyfriend.


He deserves it and I am excited to do it.

I wish I could clone him and give him to every one of my dearest friends.

But I can’t.

There was only one of him made 33 years ago on this day.

And that one was made for me.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Some quality time

"Time for a little melt-with-his-words, inspiring, stuttering, spilling over with excitement, and incredibly romantic kinda love wit Scribe.

Get it sis *wink* ...

This was Chocolate Boriqua’s (lil sis) comment on last week’s update. She couldn't have hit it better. I could just stop there and yall could figure it out…But since Prodigal Sun decided to chirp on my LOOONG POSTS… I have another long for you!

Where do I start?

Scribe is in like Flynn yall. I’m not waiting for no other shoes to drop. I’m Good! So Good.

Example 1

We had a date Friday night. Actually it was a weekend date. I had to drop the kids off at my ex mother in law’s house in BK. I didn’t want to do it because it’s at least a 3 hour drive from my county and after a 3 hour commute in the morning because of the rain and 2 hours in the afternoon….after driving for 5 hours with a full day’s work…I was tired!

But the kids cried and begged so I took them to see her. Again, she tried to pressure me to stay the night but nah man….Scribe was waiting…By the time I got to him it was 11:30 and I had been driving all day and night. He understood and when we got back to my house…he bathed me, and put me to sleep. What a wonderful guy….who is flying me to Orlando for a nice little vacation….

On Saturday, I finally came clean about something. You see, I had lied to Scribe. On our first date. I’m sure he knew it was a lie, but I had no choice. Well shoot, that’s a lie too. I had a choice, but I didn’t know how far we would go so when the subject came up, frightened me lied. Yes I lied. I’m making a big deal about it because I don’t make it a habit to lie at all. But I did lie to Scribe and once I considered where we were heading to…I had to tell the truth. He took it well…what happened…happened almost a year before he and I came together and as he put it “That’s the past, if you had told me you did that last week…then it would be a different story!” We made a promise that we would not mention it again and that we (I) would strive to be completely honest in the future. Let me tell you…talking about a weight lifted….I felt so much better that I told him the truth…I don’t want anything to stand in our way

Or anyone…

Remember last week when the Enemy sent the Lion to try and sway me from my path with Scribe? The old Devil is slick and wily…let me tell ya….this week…he pulled out all the stops.

What is the probability that I would run into my two prior biggest loves/disappointments on the same day? Yes, first I drove past Raw. Wasn’t thinking about him…in fact as I was driving, I was thinking about Scribe all nestled in my comforter while I was driving to Harlem to get my hair done. So as I’m driving, I see Raw walking. He looks at me, I look at him…I keep driving. I don’t need to talk to him ever again in life…but how funny is it that although Raw lives less then 10 blocks from me, I never see him. But when I have a man at home…Poof…there he is….That was the Enemy I’m sure. As recent as 2 months ago, I might have pulled over (nah rite?).

The Enemy wasn’t finished yet. Just as I finished getting my wash, I had to hurry home with wet hair. Scribe had managed to get himself locked out of the house while accepting a Fed-Ex package for me. Poor thing. I raced home to let him back in…then went back downtown. My hairdresser just happens to be across the street from the He.brews. On the first pass I missed them entirely….but when I returned to get my weave dried and fried…Who do I run into? Yes, THE Hebrew. Yeah the one who brought me into the doctrine originally. Did I lose it? Did my stomach get all twisted and fluttery? I mean…that’s 12 years of history right there…

I’m happy to say no, not at all. When I saw him, it was like seeing an old childhood friend that you want to talk to but know that it’s best to keep it brief. I actually spoke to him…and kept it moving. I say again…had that been 2 months ago…I might have held a longer conversation…asked him about his 2 wives and 8 (?) children…but just the brief hello and goodbye was all that was needed.

Because Scribe was at home.

I now know that the Enemy knows I’m happy. That Scribe makes me blush and grin from just one look. That we didn’t go anywhere public this weekend…and that was soooooooooooo alright with me. It was heaven just sitting on the couch, holding each other and cooing like we love to do. Cooing? Yeah like 2 lovebirds nestled together in a tree. Just soft tones and equally soft touches. Long hugs in complete silence. Waking up with a smile because he/she is still in your arms. It’s the stuff of Zane mixed in with every romance novel I have thought up in my own head. We chilled hard with a nice bottle of Hennessey and Grey Goose (Daddy likes the best). I played music while he put together a filing cabinet and helped me organize.

Sunday we went to church together. I should say first that I gave him a Bible Sunday morning, And inscribed his name and me as the gifter. He was very happy. It was then that he leaned down and asked me officially to be his girlfriend. I like things official….don’t be assuming I’m yours without asking me directly. Of course I told him yes….and then we left for church. He wore a dark Tommy Hilfiger suit with pink pinstripes, pink shirt and matching tie. I wore a pretty pink dress with pink and black spectator pumps….we made quite the couple. The service was wonderful…Bishop really spoke a good message on “The Power Within”…I will do my best to relay the important points to you later. But most importantly, Scribe loved it. So much so…that he went down for prayer…I didn’t even realize I was crying until an usher handed me a tissue. It was something. It’s very important for the man in my life to worship like I do. “Unequal yoke” and all. However, Scribe really enjoyed my church and plans to go back with me often. He may join it very shortly. That my friends, is a man who is serious…and just the type of man I need.

So that’s your Diva dating/weekend update. Life is good…isn’t it?

Monday, May 15, 2006

Who is this again?

Wow…Mommy’s Day again already?

Happy belated Momma’s Day to all yall and ya mommas!

This weekend was absolutely wonderful. My twin daughters are simply darling. I got a Beautiful Pink Teddy Bear mounted on a stand from Ta-Ti. It lights up and says things like “Mom, you’re the best!”, when you squeeze a hand or a foot. Ra-Ra got me a rose and a jar of glitter that said “Mom, you’re a star” on the cover. My cards were infused with so much love from them.

The twins really tried to express themselves in their cards this year and I understood it all. In the going on 7 years that I have been raising them alone, I have poured all of my love in those 2 little bodies. By the way they act and demonstrate their love and feelings..I know that I did a great job. It wasn’t a huge sacrifice to raise children without domestic violence. It was the best choice that I made when I ended my marriage. I shudder to think of what life would have been like for them if they had experienced that. If they would be frightened or skittish children? I’m glad they aren’t.

The ex-husband actually called to say Happy Mother’s Day. I was a little in shock. But then I thought back to what last Mother’s Day was like…with his downright evilness and subsequent heart attack….and I thank God that He was able to bring about a change. What do I mean? Well, last week I watched a Oprah show on divorce. Don’t get me wrong…everybody who knows me, knows that I was very happy about my divorce. Never felt bad about it at all. That said, one thing stuck out when I was watching the Oprah show. Dr. Robin said something to the effect that even though you are divorced, if you have children, you still have to reconcile and fix the relationship even though you aren’t married. Does that make sense to you? It made perfect sense to me. I am glad that I don’t hold anger towards my ex-husband….the girls hardly ever hear me say anything bad against him…and I know they have a great relationship with their father and for that I’m glad.

Exotic stalked me for a week, last week. Wait don’t be scared…he only did it through email and the phone. I’m probably going to write a post on stalkers for this week….Some of his emails were quite funny.

Now back to my weekend. I spent a lot of time with Scribe…and his friend Stan. Shout out to Stan! He helped make my Mother’s Day weekend a memorable one. Hanging out with Scribe was just what the doctor ordered. Just giggles and laughter….and a bunch of tender moments. It’s cool to be able to discuss the Enron scandal and basketball with the same person LOL…We really didn’t do what we had planned to do…but in a way I guess we did what we really needed to do. Our grins and smiles probably lit up the city. It was quality time with a like minded person…and what’s better than that? I was able to meet his mom…and she was such a warm and open person….I know Scribe wanted to melt into the floor when she said “I’m glad to meet the girl who has my son so happy”. I assured her I was just as thrilled with him. Scribe is a private person so I won’t say much more.

But you know things are never that simple with me right? LOL…No bad news…no other dude drama…it just seems that when I’m happy…the Enemy comes in full force...but the agent he used…well let’s just say…the agent was ineffective.

What the heck am I talking about?

Since my break-up with Raw…I was dating the Lion off and on for about 2 years…Now I haven’t really talked about him much… He’s the “Hello It’s Me” dude….(you might want to re-read this really good post) I have known the Lion since I was 13…and we were friends…I say were because I really started to realize that even in the lean times…The Lion was a waste of time. The last time I saw him was shortly before my birthday…and I like I said then…the fifteen minutes he was able to provide was a waste of sin and gas.

So the Lion decides to call to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day. I know that wasn’t why he was calling…Men like him like Holiday hook-ups… I didn’t have a clue who was calling because I had already erased his number from my phone. Harsh? Maybe…but I was determined never to make such a cry for help again…at least not to him. So when I picked up the phone, I didn’t recognize the voice and asked for the caller’s identity. Let’s just say Lion was livid. He couldn’t believe that I actually erased his number. Believe it buddy! And I’m happy to say that I did it before I even met Scribe. That’s how determined I was to finally drop the loser. So he wanted to have a conversation…I didn’t. Once he realized that…I got the sarcastic Lion…like trying to find out what I was up to without seeming concerned. Basically, I told him to Beat It. That I was done with his fifteen minutes of funk…and I wished him luck in finding a woman to deal with his sarcastic attitude. He tried to get me to re-save his number…but honestly? What the hell for? I have known you for 18 years dude…If in all this time you were not convinced that I was the one for you? Move B*tch and get F out the way!

I’m proud of myself. I said I was gonna do something and I stuck to it. One of the great things about Scribe is that he called before I went to sleep and we discussed it…laughing and giggling. He’s a very understanding person…and considering that we talk all day everyday…I’m glad I don’t have to hide anything.

So Sway (and errbody)…that’s your DIVA dating/weekend update….Hope you enjoyed it!

Monday, May 08, 2006

Beat It

OK I just finished watching David Blaine half kill hisself on national free TV...Good old ABC...

Exotic is done.

Yup...poke his ass with a fork...cause his goose was cooked at about 500 Diva degrees.

You don't even want to know what he did...but his ass was left downtown Friday with his d*ck in his hand. Yeah, Beat It Indian..

My mother said, "How did he get home?"...

I said, "I don't know and I don't give a f*ck!"

Me and Mommy giggled. She let the curse word slide. She knows that I am very well known for leaving a N*gga. Hmmm let's see:

Raw got left downtown, cousin L, Cousin C, The Hebrew, and more recently Wade in the Water...

Well Exotic got his ass left too. He called...trying to get me back...but I was already on to Plan B.


Yeah a new nickname...yeah I work quick.....AND??????

I knew it was a wrap with Exotic last weekend...when I got _____ by a slightly older than Milk and Cookies, Chris Brown lookalike...several times...in Exotic's presence....(that's why my friends were laughing)

And I loved it.

So much so that I managed to give dude my number in Exotic's face and he didn't say a word.

And I really didn't care...I know it was shizty.....but oh well...

I hate punks.

But I never went out with the dude. I went out with Scribe. I met Scribe last Wednesday...and from our first conversation...we just clicked. It was like talking to myself. Crazy. So Friday before my date with Exotic, Scribe called. We stayed on the phone until I got to Exotic...and Scribe made a point of saying he would be staying in the house. Later Scribe told me that although he knew where I was going, he also had a strong feeling I would be calling him back that night.

After leaving Exotic high and dry somewhere around 27th street...I called Scribe from a block away. We met up in the Bronx and went out to a Spanish Bar that was having Karaoke. We drank Hennesseys and Cokes and sang along with the DJ. I sang Marc Anthony's "No Me Ames" and "Y hubo Alquien" to Scribe and we vibed so well.

Yeah my Spanish singing voice is all that.

but it was "Preciosa" that put it over the edge. Being amongst my people made me feel great. I love tapping into my Spanish side. I was complimented, adored and treated like a princess. I felt redeemed. Scribe made me forget all about the crap with Exotic. He let me talk about it...we laughed and shouted together:

No More Foreigners For Diva!

This while sitting in a Spanish bar on Cinco de Mayo. Oh did I forget that part?...Yeah it was Cinco de Mayo....What a great date. We then sat in my car in front of what I thought was a park (turned out to be a cemetary) until 5 am. Just talking and laughing and talking...

Of course there are things to be further discussed.....But Scribe insists he's in no rush.

And that's good because yall know I do not like to be rushed into anything....

But this morning....I got emails from Exotic...The first was a curse out...Yup he cursed me out. I didn't respond. For what? To give him encouragement? If your ass hadda known how to act, you wouldna got left...The second was what I call a "carrot dangle". Exotic began to talk about all these things he had planned...how much he had...but I blew it all. I didn't respond. Indian please...I have my own dough...make more than you...and I don't live with my parents!....I received a third email from him...sounding contrite and waxing poetic about my lips....No response from me...

However, this morning I also got a poem from Scribe...and I...well...I melted....He has a way with words (maybe he'll let me post it...doubt it)....

I realized why I was so afraid to blog my dates. Because I would have to be real about them. I would have to be even more critical myself to be able to stand up to any critisms that may come.
But that's even better for me...because it means I am being as picky as I claim to be...and that I am who and what I say I am. That I will not deal with nonsense for very long...and although I may be a bit hard....I will not settle!

But like I usually say...let's see how this one with Scribe goes....But I won't locking into exclusivity anytime soon....

Unless I can find a man to

B.B.B.B. Beat It! Beat It!

Just Jokes...LOL ;)

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Worldwide Diva...

Yup that's right...its back!!!!...I even turned off the DV-DRizzle to talk about some current events.

First up:

Was I excited to hear about Bolivia nationalizing their natural gas and oil. WHAT????? I jumped up and down on the break room when I caught that on CNN. FINALLY, things are shaking up in the South! It started with my boy Chavez. Yall know I love him. (hint…links are to past commentary..some dating back awhile) Now he’s teamed up with Morales and Castro in some sort of alliance. Now the EU is warning them. Screw the EU and those high interest World Bank Loans...Own your own stuff and make them pay!

I wish that all countries in the so-called “Third World” would follow suit. Even up the playing field…I keep saying that over and over. These guys have said no to that joke NAFTA and have started the ball rolling. Watch for the election in Mexico coming up to take a leftist swing. Like dominos it will spread.

Please remember I started this blog a year and a half ago talking about who would be the superpower in South America.

I still believe we'll still see close ties between Brazil and the US...but hopefully it won't matter.

CINCO DE MAYO on the 1st and the 5th

Remember I was just talking about the Mexicans on my block? I told you their army would be massive. Did I lie?….Yall see how many illegals was in the streets? How many Russians did you see? Eastern Europeans? How about a French or Italian illegal?

It was a Mexican holiday and they had a huge parade. How many of them stayed home? America better stop playing. They looked like they could have taken Florida, California, Texas, Arizona easy….and hell they was deep up in Denver on the low low!

I know I couldn’t get a decent meal up in CT that day!


Can somebody tell me why Puerto Rico is broke? Why? See I had an argument with a Puerto Rican almost 19 years ago ( I was 14 and it was my first boyfriend)…He joked about how poor the Dominican Republic was …We argued and I told him that Puerto Rico was a welfare state..he was mad. But wow I was right LOL….Welfare getting cut and so is aid to the various territories.

Hint to Puerto Rico: The money is gone! It’s in Iraq and in the pockets of all those white men in office. Emancipate yourselves and align with Castro and them dudes. You’ll be better off.


Yall see this nastiness in Kenya? Just terrible. What kinds of diseases they breeding in those cesspools?


Being in the Hebrews like I was for a while…they practice a kind of …nah they practice polygamy. I have my own views on the subject. Contrary to what some people think…in some instances it can work…with willing parties…Just not with me. Hence the reason my butt was excommunicated. I love watching Big Love on HBO…it brings back memories…and is dang interesting.

Here is an example of when Polygamy is not for you. Long story short…Dude wanted to take a fourth wife. First wife got fed the f up. Beheaded him and chopped him up in 7 pieces.


When sticking your thing goes horribly wrong.


I know yall sick of me shouting out Milk and Cookies all the time. I swear I’m not a u-know-what…but I’m human…younger men (Chris Brown LOL) can be exciting…but here is the last story of the day….

I am not the only one with a fascination for Milk and Cookies….

I wanna be this lady!

In Malaysia a 104 year woman married a 33 year old man. His first…her 21st.


*gives Grandma a high five*

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