Let's Hear It For the Boys

I have few friends in life. Do not get me wrong, my life is rich with great relationships but the word friend carries a strong meaning for me. My friends are my chosen family. They are with me through thick and thin and allow me to be me...whoever that is at the moment. Because of this it is very difficult to make it to friendship status with me but once you are there, you are always there.

My oldest and dearest friend came to visit for the first time in 3 years. We have been friends since my very first day of ninth grade. When I walked into a new school and sat down in home room. He was sitting next to me and introduced himself. He immediately gave me a nickname...it was KayC. Guess it stuck :)

This was us almost 20 years ago:



We've been friends through marriages, births, deaths and divorces. He has been there with me since before I had real curves and was comfortable in my skin. We have seen each other at our worst and confessed things to each other most people would rather take to their grave. He is my brother from another mother, my twin from another womb. Over the years we can still smile together like this:



When meeting MoA (which was totally coincidental) he explained that he was one part of Martin and Will in Bad Boys. The gun toting big brothers at the front door. MoA, being the man he is, seemed to take it all in stride. Guess it helped that it was the end of his night and he had finished performing and packing up instruments and equipment. Even exhausted he looked great and I'm keeping that photo to myself :)

Over the weekend we hung out (hard) with the third member of the crew, drank way too much, laughed way too loud and shut down more than one spot. They gave me insight on this new dating game (my Addiction included) and sized up everyone who wanted to approach me. (Of course no one did hanging with those two)

It was just what the doctor ordered after nursing an injury that is keeping me off the Salsa dance floor and dealing with this thing called Life. They gave me insight and I provided insight on women (as much as I could). Sometimes it is just the pick me up you need when you are with people who know you, get you and still love you without any of the intimate relationship gunk getting in the way.

Cheering on my men...let's hear it for the boys!



Love you guys.


Until Next Time,
Peace & Blessings...

Beautiful Brown Brothers...Part III

I have bragged on the men in my life a few times this week. I wanted to post every day but the germs I was fighting made it a little difficult.

The men in my life must have felt the positive vibes flowing their way because they kicked it up a notch, much to my good fortune. The DD without children called on Wednesday to check on me. No one knew I was home sick, but he called to see how I was settling in at the new place. Gotta' love him. He is married to my self-proclaimed "road dog, ride or die, sister-girl, line-sister, do we need to go ride out? let me put my boots on, friend." It has been wonderful getting to know him and he is very good for her.

This week I reflected on the men in my life and the purpose they serve. They are each vastly different, not only in their occupations, but in their personalities. A few are creative, a couple are analytical and one is just...himself. Don't get me wrong they have their faults, they choose the wrong women, make huge mistakes and dumb choices just like everyone else.

They know they are dead wrong when they call for advice and I simply tell them what they already know. But I appreciate that they are good men, strong men, men that keep my hope alive that one day I will share my life with someone similar to one of them. For various reasons each one came into my life, and even though they are not the man for me (well, maybe one is still vying for the title) they will make any woman a great life-partner...eventually ;)

For JC, RB, FC, DD and the other DD, this is for you.

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Beautiful Brown Brothers...Part II

I am back today to continue bragging and celebrating men. I missed posting yesterday due to fighting off germ nastiness (and medicating and rest). Today I want to focus on the men who give so much of themselves to their children. They are not fathers, for fathers can be anyone who makes a child. Some of the men in my life have children and JC, FC and one of the DDs can truly be defined as dads.

I watch them with their children and hear them talk about spending time with them, sending them text messages to let them know they love them (I know, wonderful right?) and combing hair every day. I hear FC tired after working twelve hour shifts and making two stops before heading home because "my son called and asked if I could..." Part of me wished that I had experienced some of what they offer their children, while the other part makes me feel wonderful that there are men like them in the world.

I saw this clip and instantly thought that any of my dad friends would fit into this clip (expect for FC since he has sons). But I loved how cute this clip was. Enjoy this bit of daddy hood on TV if you are lucky enough to catch it on the tube. And big ups to my daddy friends who made it possible for me to believe that dads still existed.

P.S. you can find this clip on fatherhood.gov who helps to promote responsible fatherhood and healthy marriages.

Beautiful Brown Brothers...Part I

This week is for the men in my life who helped to restore my faith in men when it crumbled to almost nothing. I am celebrating men who do things that pleasantly shock and surprise. This is not totally based on looks, even though I am sure I will throw some eye candy in here somewhere. I am not sure how often I will celebrate our shades of beautiful brown brothers, but they get beat up enough. I shout out the men in my life, JC, RB, FC, DD, and the other DD, this is dedicated to you...

I appreciate you...
if you think no one cares
know that I do

I will lift you
like you lifted me

give you the shoulder
when you need it

take you for a drink
to help drown it

keep you
on the straight on narrow

give you advice
only when you seek it

...for i appreciate you


I see the images of black men changing in the media. The Gillete commercial with the brother who rocks the fierce afro. The sales papers with black men sporting locks down their backs, have you noticed the subtle changes? Do you enjoy them like I do? Now we are shown different looks, heights, skin tones, muscular sizes and the new mixed race ambiguous brothers.

Black, African-American or Brown (whatever you may call them) they are a diverse group and I fully appreciate all the diversity offers ;) I am not one to discriminate on the basis of hue, class or job title.

In keeping with my theme of the week I couldn't say it better than this man. Let's start with old school this week. A man who made our mothers (and some of us) swoon like nobody's business. This time he is not singing, but he does a good job anyway.

The one and only...Mr. Smokey Robinson