If love knocked on your door, would you answer?
So many of us never ever know what real love is. So many of us want just a small piece of what others have. LOVE. To get a glimpse of it as it passes us by, or walks into our live only to let it walk out. So many of us have love, true love, great love, even once in a lifetime love. And yet most times we never even see what is right in front of us. Or next to us.
Do you ever wonder or ask yourself “when will I finally know true love?”
There are so many tips and articles created about love. What signs to look for that he/she loves you. The do’s and don’ts, the gestures, words, looks, and the body language. So many of us read all this stuff in hopes of learning the newest step or way to get that much closer to finding it, finding love.
What kind of love do most of us seek and desire? It is love from a parent, acceptance, love from one friend to another? Love among families, relatives, children, or the one and only love from another man or woman to your heart.
Moi thinks and feels that true love is unexpected, that it can start out wild and hot, or slow and steady, sometimes it is painful, scared, shy, untrusting, and ever changing. It is without a doubt the most powerful of all elements that reside in the inner most chambers of the heart.
We don’t choose who we will love, we don’t get to choose our desires, our wants or needs. That is all pre-destined for us and it is up to fate to find the other half of our heart.
My dear friend MiMi has wondered for more then 25 years what it would have been like if she and her true love Darren had been able to be in the right place at the right time in their lives, would they be together now? Or would my Mother, Tulips have been with her young handsome pilot, had she waited for him to return from war? Would Moi even be here then?
What is love? Are there conditions on it, are there strings attached? No there should not be either. Love is a rare gift that happens between 2 hearts, 2 souls. And no one should ever stand in the way of that. For to live without love, is to live in solitude for all eternity.
Moi has truly loved in life, I have loved more then one, but on different levels, for different reasons. Love takes all shapes, sizes, colors, it has no boundaries, or territories. Love can happen between a man and a woman, a man and a man, woman to woman, black to white, tall to short, etc…
We have no right to decide who should love who, we have no right to deny the rights of couples, or to live as they want too? We have no right to judge others.
To be blunt: it is no ones dam business. The next time you have love knock on your door, don’t slam the door in the face of love, let it in, embrace it, no matter what form it comes in.
Open your door to love, it only takes one knock! ANSWER IT!
Monday, February 28, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Your Space, Your Divine Haven!
Need to re-invent a room in your home? Are you a creative person? Not sure where to start?
Moi has renovated many homes, rooms, and even trailers-minus the trash. You would be surprised at what Moi has done all for the sake of fulfilling my deep need and desire to create beauty everywhere I go.
So let Moi share with you some of my home renovation tips.
First of all: Never get a manicure prior to starting a project.
2nd: When walking through your home look at the rooms and decide which one needs a face lift.
3rd: Once you have selected the room, think about what you want to do with it, the feeling and ambiance that is missing. What do you want to achieve?
4th: Look at the size of the room, and think about what can be done to make the room seem bigger. Perhaps it is the amount of items, size of the furniture, the colors, or maybe you just have to much crap! Sometimes, and I mean sometimes less is more.
5th: Go to your local paint store or paint department such as Lowe’s, Menards, The Home Depot, or god forbid Wal~Mart(remember the whole lack of customer service thing).
6th: Select colors that bring you comfort, that are your vision of what you are trying to create. If you find you have a difficult time doing this, look at home décor books and magazines, or try the net to gather ideas and a color palette.
Of course Moi never needs assistance because I am a creative genius. Moi can literally walk into a house, room, or building and know exactly what to do with it, paint, furnishings and all.
7th: Once you have your colors chosen, next think about your inspiration, and start looking at furnishings. Maybe what you have just needs some creative touches, re-finishing, new fabric, or an inventive new use.
8th: Remove the window treatments, clean the ceiling, walls, trim, etc. Remove or cover the flooring, furniture, and the lighting.
To Be Continued…
Moi has much, much more to share, show and tell...
But for the next few days I will be on F.O.Y. mission with one of my Bitches, Jolene aka "The Glam Clam!"
Moi has renovated many homes, rooms, and even trailers-minus the trash. You would be surprised at what Moi has done all for the sake of fulfilling my deep need and desire to create beauty everywhere I go.
So let Moi share with you some of my home renovation tips.
First of all: Never get a manicure prior to starting a project.
2nd: When walking through your home look at the rooms and decide which one needs a face lift.
3rd: Once you have selected the room, think about what you want to do with it, the feeling and ambiance that is missing. What do you want to achieve?
4th: Look at the size of the room, and think about what can be done to make the room seem bigger. Perhaps it is the amount of items, size of the furniture, the colors, or maybe you just have to much crap! Sometimes, and I mean sometimes less is more.
5th: Go to your local paint store or paint department such as Lowe’s, Menards, The Home Depot, or god forbid Wal~Mart(remember the whole lack of customer service thing).
6th: Select colors that bring you comfort, that are your vision of what you are trying to create. If you find you have a difficult time doing this, look at home décor books and magazines, or try the net to gather ideas and a color palette.
Of course Moi never needs assistance because I am a creative genius. Moi can literally walk into a house, room, or building and know exactly what to do with it, paint, furnishings and all.
7th: Once you have your colors chosen, next think about your inspiration, and start looking at furnishings. Maybe what you have just needs some creative touches, re-finishing, new fabric, or an inventive new use.
8th: Remove the window treatments, clean the ceiling, walls, trim, etc. Remove or cover the flooring, furniture, and the lighting.
To Be Continued…
Moi has much, much more to share, show and tell...
But for the next few days I will be on F.O.Y. mission with one of my Bitches, Jolene aka "The Glam Clam!"
Friday, February 18, 2011
An Electrifying Bar Stool!!!
Have you ever met someone for the first time and instantly you just knew?
There I was looking absolutely divine in my short red shorts with the slits up both upper thighs(they were red running/swim shorts) and I wore a white fitted tank with a big red glittered “M” on the upper left. “M” for Moi! Say it with me, pucker your lips as if to kiss and blow it into the wind towards Moi! See, there you did it! Ha Ha! Anyways, Moi of course had on my White Jackie-O’s, red flip flops, my skin was tanned, my lips were moist, I was so hot that the lens in my glasses kept steaming up! My loins were on fire, and I just knew that today would be the day!
I was on my way out the door and remembered I needed my beach map! So I turned around to grab it and went back out towards my white limo when some tourist started flashing their camera. Moi of course being the gracious and ever so polite one posed for the camera, hell Moi even got on top of the hood of the limo and blew kisses for the tourist! What a delicious start to my day!
As I made my way up the coast with my hair blowing in the breeze(ok, it was from the air coming out of the vents) my white scarf around my neck whipping uncontrollably, and I was getting close to my destination. I did not really have any place planned to stop, Moi just listens to my inner feelings, my intuition, my sixth sense and just go with the flow. I came upon this adorable enchanting Scottish city known as “Delightful, aka Dunedin.” It’s existence came to be in 1852 when the first land deed was purchased.
The downtown is so adorable, and bustling with shoppers, the rich and famous, vacationers, cute families, and café’s to satisfy any palette. As I was walking around the city I decided to stop and rest a spell and quench my thirst and moisten my perfect lips. I stopped in at Kelly’s outdoor patio area and headed towards the bar to sit. Just as I reached for a stool, another person did also. Our hands met on top of the stool. As our hands did, so did our eyes. As we stood there staring at each other it seemed like time had stopped. It was all of a second or 2. But it seemed like time halted.
There was all this jumbled up energy running rapid through my body starting in my chest, electrifying my tata’s, my legs grew weak, as the tingles danced up and down my spine in a erotic salsa like rhythm my eyes were so amazed as was my heart. Overhead fireworks were blasting all around as we became the only 2 in the whole bar/patio. His eyes were chocolate brown, his hair was short and a warm brownish color with auburn tones as the sun sparkled on this god. His ever so kissable lips were smiling at Moi and his hand was on top of mine glued together in a fusion of undeniable bliss. It was as if two worlds had collided. He wore tight fitted faded jeans, with a pale pink button downed shirt open in the front to reveal his silver necklace and manly chest. He might have been barefoot, but I could not say because my eyes were too busy as my mind was racing and all I wanted was a kiss, a handshake, anything. Out of no where there was a loud shattering of a glass. Back to reality!
He told me I should sit down, and he would stand. He asked if he could order me something to drink? I wanted to yell out take me, take me, but instead I replied with a “yes please” “I would like a bellini.”
Sometimes you need to take your divine self and hit the road before you can hit the sheets!
There I was looking absolutely divine in my short red shorts with the slits up both upper thighs(they were red running/swim shorts) and I wore a white fitted tank with a big red glittered “M” on the upper left. “M” for Moi! Say it with me, pucker your lips as if to kiss and blow it into the wind towards Moi! See, there you did it! Ha Ha! Anyways, Moi of course had on my White Jackie-O’s, red flip flops, my skin was tanned, my lips were moist, I was so hot that the lens in my glasses kept steaming up! My loins were on fire, and I just knew that today would be the day!
I was on my way out the door and remembered I needed my beach map! So I turned around to grab it and went back out towards my white limo when some tourist started flashing their camera. Moi of course being the gracious and ever so polite one posed for the camera, hell Moi even got on top of the hood of the limo and blew kisses for the tourist! What a delicious start to my day!
As I made my way up the coast with my hair blowing in the breeze(ok, it was from the air coming out of the vents) my white scarf around my neck whipping uncontrollably, and I was getting close to my destination. I did not really have any place planned to stop, Moi just listens to my inner feelings, my intuition, my sixth sense and just go with the flow. I came upon this adorable enchanting Scottish city known as “Delightful, aka Dunedin.” It’s existence came to be in 1852 when the first land deed was purchased.
The downtown is so adorable, and bustling with shoppers, the rich and famous, vacationers, cute families, and café’s to satisfy any palette. As I was walking around the city I decided to stop and rest a spell and quench my thirst and moisten my perfect lips. I stopped in at Kelly’s outdoor patio area and headed towards the bar to sit. Just as I reached for a stool, another person did also. Our hands met on top of the stool. As our hands did, so did our eyes. As we stood there staring at each other it seemed like time had stopped. It was all of a second or 2. But it seemed like time halted.
There was all this jumbled up energy running rapid through my body starting in my chest, electrifying my tata’s, my legs grew weak, as the tingles danced up and down my spine in a erotic salsa like rhythm my eyes were so amazed as was my heart. Overhead fireworks were blasting all around as we became the only 2 in the whole bar/patio. His eyes were chocolate brown, his hair was short and a warm brownish color with auburn tones as the sun sparkled on this god. His ever so kissable lips were smiling at Moi and his hand was on top of mine glued together in a fusion of undeniable bliss. It was as if two worlds had collided. He wore tight fitted faded jeans, with a pale pink button downed shirt open in the front to reveal his silver necklace and manly chest. He might have been barefoot, but I could not say because my eyes were too busy as my mind was racing and all I wanted was a kiss, a handshake, anything. Out of no where there was a loud shattering of a glass. Back to reality!
He told me I should sit down, and he would stand. He asked if he could order me something to drink? I wanted to yell out take me, take me, but instead I replied with a “yes please” “I would like a bellini.”
Sometimes you need to take your divine self and hit the road before you can hit the sheets!
Monday, February 14, 2011
Happy V-Day!
To All My Fans, my viewers, new and old, my forever friends, familt and to all those who I love, like, dislike and lust after...
Happy Valentine's Day 2011!
Make today unique, make it a memory with the one you love, or the ones you love!
Kiss, Kiss!
Happy Valentine's Day 2011!
Make today unique, make it a memory with the one you love, or the ones you love!
Kiss, Kiss!
Friday Night and the BIG cuke fiasco!
I bet you think Moi’s Friday nights are really wild? Right?
Let me see…ummmm…not so much. How can going to the grocery store on a Friday night be exciting? Well ok, I will confess! Just Friday evening Moi decided to go over to the big supermarket with my red feather boa, white Jackie-o’s placed perfectly on my perfect head. While I sported linen white Capri’s(I know the scandal of wearing white before Memorial Day) and a see-thru white half buttoned shirt slightly exposing my perky tanned and glistening chest. Oh and I splashed some scent onto my luscious neck! Then I gathered my fabric grocery bag in one hand, and in the other were Moi’s coupons in my coupon sack!
Of course as you know I can not even go to the supermarket without being asked for pics and my John Handcock! Ever wonder how John’s last name came to be? Heeeheheee! Anyways…focus! After I did the pic thing and autographs Moi went on my merry way with my shopping cart and came across the most glorious green, firm, curved, BIG and I bet juicy as hell cucumber. It began to take be back to the summer of 1997. But that is another story for another day!
Focus Focus with Moi! I reach for the beautiful BIG cucumber in slow motion and as my finger tips are almost touching it and I can taste it in my mouth, juicy and crisp this woman out of no where grabs it. Well I do declare! I looked at this woman and asked her “what the hell is your problem?” can’t you see, this is my cuke! Not your’s but Moi’s! she replies with a sharp “NO it is mine” and I tell her….go ahead look closer at it, and as I take it from her hand I slyly place a “Divine Man” sticker on the underside! And to her horror and amazement there it is, Moi’s name! the sticker reads: Property Of Divine Man!
Well, the lady just stood there in shock picking her nose, and pulling her underwear out of her large crack. I happily went on my way with my BIG cuke and shopping cart. Like, you should never mess with Moi during “that time of the month” for one, second-you should never try and steal the one and only BIG cuke that I have my sights set on, and three…HELLO it is Moi!
This reminds me of the time I….
Let me see…ummmm…not so much. How can going to the grocery store on a Friday night be exciting? Well ok, I will confess! Just Friday evening Moi decided to go over to the big supermarket with my red feather boa, white Jackie-o’s placed perfectly on my perfect head. While I sported linen white Capri’s(I know the scandal of wearing white before Memorial Day) and a see-thru white half buttoned shirt slightly exposing my perky tanned and glistening chest. Oh and I splashed some scent onto my luscious neck! Then I gathered my fabric grocery bag in one hand, and in the other were Moi’s coupons in my coupon sack!
Of course as you know I can not even go to the supermarket without being asked for pics and my John Handcock! Ever wonder how John’s last name came to be? Heeeheheee! Anyways…focus! After I did the pic thing and autographs Moi went on my merry way with my shopping cart and came across the most glorious green, firm, curved, BIG and I bet juicy as hell cucumber. It began to take be back to the summer of 1997. But that is another story for another day!
Focus Focus with Moi! I reach for the beautiful BIG cucumber in slow motion and as my finger tips are almost touching it and I can taste it in my mouth, juicy and crisp this woman out of no where grabs it. Well I do declare! I looked at this woman and asked her “what the hell is your problem?” can’t you see, this is my cuke! Not your’s but Moi’s! she replies with a sharp “NO it is mine” and I tell her….go ahead look closer at it, and as I take it from her hand I slyly place a “Divine Man” sticker on the underside! And to her horror and amazement there it is, Moi’s name! the sticker reads: Property Of Divine Man!
Well, the lady just stood there in shock picking her nose, and pulling her underwear out of her large crack. I happily went on my way with my BIG cuke and shopping cart. Like, you should never mess with Moi during “that time of the month” for one, second-you should never try and steal the one and only BIG cuke that I have my sights set on, and three…HELLO it is Moi!
This reminds me of the time I….
Friday, February 11, 2011
Everything Is Going To Be...OK! As If!
Why is it when something terrible and/or tragic happens people tell you…”everything is going to be ok”
Moi remembers when I was just a young thing, knee high to a grasshopper and I experienced my first death, my first funeral. There were people everywhere coming and going, looking forlorn, crying, asking questions, all of which was in a jumbled manner. Even at such a dire time Moi(Divine Man) was divine. Aunts, Uncles, cousins, friends, neighbors, and even strangers who were missing teeth and had bad odor were coming at me with questions and that famous saying “everything is going to be ok.”
Whether you ask for it or not, people are always there to act fake, like they care. Let’s face it we know who cares and who does not. Moi knows the fakes from the real McCoy. I can not tell you how many funerals, surgeries, or just simply bad things I have witnessed or experienced.
For example “Picture It” I was having surgery myself for a lump, no not a third nut, but a lump, a hernia. It was a lovely early spring morning and I was laying in my bed and in my peak a boo gown from the behind in the hospital room. Big Daddy was there rubbing my feet, My forever pal Brady was present, giving me a manicure, and Landon the moron(who I thought was totally into Moi) who walked in on the phone with his ex-wife(who he worships) and could not stop talking to her or about her. HELLO, this is my freaking day, my body being sliced and diced! HELLO what about Moi?
Just when Moi needs it the most, that one firm recognition of support from some stranger or loud mouth big assed relative: everything is going to be ok. I am ready to scream in my own head! What a dam loser! And bald to no less! Landon is not ok, he is never going to be ok! So done, so done with this!
And shortly after the surgery Moi was so done with Landon, the bald boy wonder!
After Moi’s surgery I was visited and contacted almost daily from 2 wonderful friends, one dropped off a care basket, and the other would call, email, text and visit me, hell she even dressed like me a few weeks later at a small wine tasting I held, just to make be feel comfortable, we wore elastic waste pants and said the hell with the underwear.
Sometimes we may not believe it, or want to hear it or even contemplate it, but: everything is going to be ok.
Sooner or later it will all work out, it will be ok. Underwear or no underwear, Landon or no…what’s his name? everything is going to be ok?
Moi remembers when I was just a young thing, knee high to a grasshopper and I experienced my first death, my first funeral. There were people everywhere coming and going, looking forlorn, crying, asking questions, all of which was in a jumbled manner. Even at such a dire time Moi(Divine Man) was divine. Aunts, Uncles, cousins, friends, neighbors, and even strangers who were missing teeth and had bad odor were coming at me with questions and that famous saying “everything is going to be ok.”
Whether you ask for it or not, people are always there to act fake, like they care. Let’s face it we know who cares and who does not. Moi knows the fakes from the real McCoy. I can not tell you how many funerals, surgeries, or just simply bad things I have witnessed or experienced.
For example “Picture It” I was having surgery myself for a lump, no not a third nut, but a lump, a hernia. It was a lovely early spring morning and I was laying in my bed and in my peak a boo gown from the behind in the hospital room. Big Daddy was there rubbing my feet, My forever pal Brady was present, giving me a manicure, and Landon the moron(who I thought was totally into Moi) who walked in on the phone with his ex-wife(who he worships) and could not stop talking to her or about her. HELLO, this is my freaking day, my body being sliced and diced! HELLO what about Moi?
Just when Moi needs it the most, that one firm recognition of support from some stranger or loud mouth big assed relative: everything is going to be ok. I am ready to scream in my own head! What a dam loser! And bald to no less! Landon is not ok, he is never going to be ok! So done, so done with this!
And shortly after the surgery Moi was so done with Landon, the bald boy wonder!
After Moi’s surgery I was visited and contacted almost daily from 2 wonderful friends, one dropped off a care basket, and the other would call, email, text and visit me, hell she even dressed like me a few weeks later at a small wine tasting I held, just to make be feel comfortable, we wore elastic waste pants and said the hell with the underwear.
Sometimes we may not believe it, or want to hear it or even contemplate it, but: everything is going to be ok.
Sooner or later it will all work out, it will be ok. Underwear or no underwear, Landon or no…what’s his name? everything is going to be ok?
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Customer Service Down the Crapper?
What has happened to customer service? what toilet has it been flushed down?
Moi got up this morning feeling refreshed, invigorated and cheerful after Sunday night’s BIG football game, The Super Bowl. Where my own favorite NFL team won and has brought the title back to title town! I just love watching them all running around chasing the ball and wrestling into a pile.
Anyways, Moi was in a great mood and looking forward to the day. I decided to paint a wall green, not just any ole’ green, but Spanish Olive green. I headed out to various paint departments in many different stores. I went to Lowe’s, Home Depot, Sears, Sherwin Williams and Wal-Mart. It was while at Wal-mart that I found the perfect color. So I got a gallon of “Glidden Brilliance” tinted to the perfect shade. I left the store feeling wonderful and excited at the idea of using this color.
Moi was all set and ready to paint, as I painted the wall and stood there and looked at it…tilting my head one way and then the other, next standing on my head, then laying flat on my back looking up at the this great wall of green apple with a twist of lime in it. What the hell is this? This is so not what I wanted.
So I go back to Wal-mart with my receipt, the paint and my color strip. I walk up to the counter and politely ask the clerk if he could make the paint darker or re-do it? He just looks at me and says “it is what it is-that’s as good as it gets.” Excuse me? I ask, you have not even looked at the paint color or anything? He said nothing more to Moi and turned his head the other way.
Feeling dismissed, and treated very rudely I marched up to the front of the store to the “customer service counter” and proceeded to blow the lid of the can! I lost it. I had to explain what happened 5 times. Why five times? Did they really think my story would change? Well it did not.
Moi was asked to describe what the clerk looked like. Feeling pissed off, as if no one believed me I gave them the description, and they knew exactly who Moi was talking about. Needless to say I got a new can of paint, and they could not kiss my ass more then they were.
I guess I should have known better then to go to Wal-Mart, but regardless of where I would have gone, regardless Moi should have been treated properly, with respect and flawless customer service.
Wherever, whenever you go to a store or place of business, you should always expect the best treatment, and if not sometimes it pays to “blow the lid off the can!”
Moi got up this morning feeling refreshed, invigorated and cheerful after Sunday night’s BIG football game, The Super Bowl. Where my own favorite NFL team won and has brought the title back to title town! I just love watching them all running around chasing the ball and wrestling into a pile.
Anyways, Moi was in a great mood and looking forward to the day. I decided to paint a wall green, not just any ole’ green, but Spanish Olive green. I headed out to various paint departments in many different stores. I went to Lowe’s, Home Depot, Sears, Sherwin Williams and Wal-Mart. It was while at Wal-mart that I found the perfect color. So I got a gallon of “Glidden Brilliance” tinted to the perfect shade. I left the store feeling wonderful and excited at the idea of using this color.
Moi was all set and ready to paint, as I painted the wall and stood there and looked at it…tilting my head one way and then the other, next standing on my head, then laying flat on my back looking up at the this great wall of green apple with a twist of lime in it. What the hell is this? This is so not what I wanted.
So I go back to Wal-mart with my receipt, the paint and my color strip. I walk up to the counter and politely ask the clerk if he could make the paint darker or re-do it? He just looks at me and says “it is what it is-that’s as good as it gets.” Excuse me? I ask, you have not even looked at the paint color or anything? He said nothing more to Moi and turned his head the other way.
Feeling dismissed, and treated very rudely I marched up to the front of the store to the “customer service counter” and proceeded to blow the lid of the can! I lost it. I had to explain what happened 5 times. Why five times? Did they really think my story would change? Well it did not.
Moi was asked to describe what the clerk looked like. Feeling pissed off, as if no one believed me I gave them the description, and they knew exactly who Moi was talking about. Needless to say I got a new can of paint, and they could not kiss my ass more then they were.
I guess I should have known better then to go to Wal-Mart, but regardless of where I would have gone, regardless Moi should have been treated properly, with respect and flawless customer service.
Wherever, whenever you go to a store or place of business, you should always expect the best treatment, and if not sometimes it pays to “blow the lid off the can!”
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