Shutyamouthandcallmeugly has officially been up and running for 3 years! I was very very lazy but I have prioritized the blog, my writing, my followers, and hopefully my future! Soon and very soon…the following changes are going to take place:
Chest Naked in the Park will no longer be a category. It will be moved to a separate site all together!
The Poetry category will have a new name!!
Diamond In The Rough will have a new feature at least once a month! This months feature in James Jones Jr and his new CD “Chains of Love.” Check It Out!
The “Girl Bye” category will be deleted and archived in the “30 Day Writing Challenge” category.
I will have some new updated photos and A LOT more poetry (frankly because it makes me feel good! 🙂 )
So stay tuned!!!! Thank you for being loyal and believing in the vision! Bless!
James Jones Jr. is a musician in every sense of the title. He is an arranger, composer, vocalist, and musical director. He is the vice president of the Jenjillus Music Corporation. One of the artists he worked closely with was his late father and music mogul, Jimmy “Handyman” Jones. Jimmy is best known for his 1960 hit “Handyman.” “Handyman” was released in 1959 and gave Jones his first US and UK hit single. James Jones Jr directed Jimmy in the recording studio as well as all live performances. They did numerous shows and sold out tours including The United Kingdom and The Greek Amphitheater in Los Angeles California. James Jones Jr is hoping to give honor to his father’s legacy but also to leave his own unique signature on the music industry. His new CD has been released on the JenJillus Label and it is entitled, “Chains Of Love”. The album is a compilation of love songs with a plethora of background vocals and upbeat tempos. It’s what I call “step music.” Catchy lyrics and the musicality is just plain ol’ FUN!
If I had Angelina’s lips
If I had Scarlett’s curves
If I had Nikki’s ass
Megan Fox’s eyes and
Tyra’s bone structure
Then I would be one hot boiling stew of mess.
The unique parts of me that make me beautiful would be discarded as excrement.
So I’m good.
I reached into the bottom cabinet to hide some reduced fat Oreos from myself (I’ve been “dieting.”) I looked to my right while putting away some other items and literally fell on my ass in fear. There seemed to be something unfamiliar in the darkness. Thinking a strange assailant was in my home, I jump up to my feet in a right lead fighting stance.
Why isn’t the invader moving?
I quickly realized it was an overflowing laundry bag that never made it to the trunk of my car. Accepting the fact that I am going completely bats*$t crazy I decided to grab a snack, a blanket and hit the Netflix on my Roku.
More importantly I knew it was time to write and let out some of these voices in my head.
Time seems to be doing some sinister things. I am turning 30 in less than a month. Although I am really proud of some of my accomplishments I have to admit I am light years away from where I would like to be. I say light years because it relates to distance not time. In some instances, I think success has to do with distance as opposed to time. It is distance not time between your cubicle and an actual office. I say that because it is my belief that whatever boundaries have been placed before you can be demolished with strategy.
More important than strategy is the health of your heart and mind while you exercise the patience and FORTITUDE to actually make it!
When I was in school a good friend of mine took the clock out of her dorm room and put away her watches. I dont remember how long this lasted but I remember asking about it. At the time she was in a strenuous Health Science program. To my knowledge she was doing really well in school. She simply looked up at me and said, ” I am tired of time. I am sick of always racing the clock. I am on strike.” Now…
…obviously we know the old adage “time waits for no man” but this personal revolution made my friend feel better. I completely understand.
I was on the parkway the other night coming home from work.
RIPPLE RIPPLE RIPPLE
“Oh man, who’s car is that? That sounds terrible.”
As the cars sped past me I learned the depressing truth.
It was my car.
It was 1am.
There was no way I was waiting for AAA so I drove 10-15 miles an hour all the way home. I noticed stores I have never seen before. I was more cautious. I was more focused. I was literally forced to slow down.
Have you ever had a loved one in the hospital? Every moment you can hold their hand is a blessing. You hang on every update from the medical staff. Uncertainty has a way of making time not only stand still but lay down in a fetal position.
My favorite time of day is late at night (right about now) when everything is quiet. There are no deadlines and appointments to keep. It is just me, a blanket and my words. Like the guys you see walking down the street or in the subway just rapping to themselves out loud. You grab your purse tighter and you think, ” He’s bats*$t crazy!”
Maybe it’s you with all your schedules to keep, trying to race time…