I’ve heard of Beautiful but Deadly. I’ve even heard of Beautiful but Dumb. But never in my life have I heard of Beautiful but Wind Blown!!!
So I’m walking through the family room the other day and my dear beloved son Andrew is sitting in his chair eating “Sasha Meat” (Sausage) and watching VH1 videos. On the screen is the great Beyonce’ belting out a ballad. The screen shot shows a close up of her face which is flawless. Pretty white teeth, smooth skin, and expertly applied make up. The only thing she was missing was a fake beauty mark near her mouth, but that is so “80’s” and beneath Ms. Thang.
The camera pulls away to a full body shot and there is more beauty to observe. Her gown is absolutely stunning as is gently caresses her well toned curves. The girl must work out for 6 hours a day. Then I notice that she is on stage and there must have been Tsunami, Tropical Storm, Hurricane, and Tornado force winds whipping around on stage because her hair was all over her head. I’ve never seen weave blown quite like this. Normally you put a weave in place and it’s there to stay. But not this one!
My question is simple, when did Wind Blown become such a popular look? I believe it is a look that is only bestowed upon the greatest of Diva’s. Everyone from Diana Ross, to Tina Turner, to Mariah Carey, to Beyonce’ seems to have “crossed over” to the Beautiful but Wind Blown status. I had no idea that having a raggedy head could be considered sexy. You never saw Gladys Knight, Aretha Franklin, or Mavis Staples running around onstage with a raggedy head! Nope, they put that hot press & curl to that head, hit it with a burst of Afro-Sheen and that “do” would be in place until it met a shampoo bowl. It could be me, but I long for the simple days of a well coiffed hairdo that will hold up under extreme conditions.
I wake up from a dream bout Will Smith. I dreamed Jada Pinkett died and Will and I were secretly dating and hanging out, without Shawn's knowledge of course. Man, I think Will is the finest ever! Now as Fresh Prince of Bel Aire, he was just a'ight, but as the multi-millionaire movie star, he's fine as hell!!! When I woke up, and my regular ass husband was laying next to me instead of Big Willy, I gotta say I was pretty disappointed! I was so pissed, I woke Shawn up, "Can you leave and go and get me Will Smith?"
He rolled his eyes in the back of his head as if he was taking himself back to a magical place in time when he responded, "I knew a girl named Sheletta once. Man, she was a fox. Sized 4 coca-cola shape, hair always stylish, skin flawless, toes and nails always had a perfect french manicure. She could dress too. Her signature style was too-tight capri pants and knee high boots. And in the summer time she'd rock a big booty wrap around sundress with open toed sandals. Man... yeah, I knew a girl named Sheletta once. But I think she died. Cause I ain't seen her in years..."
I work in an environment in a constant state of flux with regards to staff office space and locations. As a healthcare system, our first order of business is taking care of patients. However, there is a need to “house” all of the people who provide business, accounting, and administrative support for the clinical enterprise. In 4 years here, I have changed office locations 3 times, and the people in the offices adjacent to mine have also changed with 2 new departments occupying space that used to belong to others. I wouldn’t mind except for the fact that all this change causes significant disruption of my regularly scheduled daily downloads of fecal matter. 
for a conference tomorrow. That jigga man will be gone for five days. FIVE DAYS!! I'm going to be trapped with a two year old with no relief in sight! And being in Atlanta, you KNOW what that means? STRIP CLUBS! When he went to the bank Saturday to get his "traveling money", he told the teller "Give it to me all in ones--yeah, all 150-bucks!"
Man, I'm in some serious trouble!! But not to worry, I have a plan. While he was packing last night, I went through his suit case and took out all his new underwear that he bought for the trip and replaced them with his old funky "round the house" drawers! The ones with the holes in 'em and the stains that won't come out. Those are the only ones he can take on his trip. I figure if he gets there, and somehow, he gets lucky enough to take his clothes off in a room and there happens to be a single attractive woman nearby ('cause of course my husband would NEVER cheat, this would only happen by accident), when she sees those raggedy drawers, it'll scare the hell out of her and she'll run for the border...
isn't the negative campaign ads, or even the fact that Sarah Palin is an idiot but has been able to convince folks that she's "playing stupid" for television news cameras. No my friends, the travesty of it all is 
My husband is thinking about a lot these days, just ain't got time to put 'em all down on the website. He's working extra hard on his friend's cancer fundraiser, he's the chairperson of his employer's United Way Campaign, he's working at his regular job and he's married to me. I'm surprised he ain't took a long walk off a short pier. 
We have seen Happy Feet about fifty-leven times. I see penguins in my sleep--I see them walking down the street--their spirits speak through me. I wish I could burn that damn DVD, but I know it would cause my 2 year old to go into a panic that only a child psychologist and intensive therapy could bring him out of.
I went to Victoria's Secret last night to buy two bras that cost me a total of 90-bucks. We're talking $45 a piece!! I wanted to see if I could either buy half a bra, or put both of 'em on lay-a-way. While I was at the cash register haggling with the "bra lady", my husband and son were play fighting with women's underwear on the other side of the store. I yelled at them to stop all the foolishness, but Shawn instructed me that he was just getting Andrew ready for the future, "because he'd be fighting over panties the rest of his life..." 
Sheletta just got back from an interview in corporate America. She went all the way to Bentonville, Arkansas to interview with the Wal-Mart Corporation. They treated her like royalty….. to the extent one can have royalty in a place like Bentonville. They flew her in a day before the interview, gave her a rental car, and put her up in the lush accommodations of the best hotel in town. The Comfort Inn!!! I pretty much knew it was just going to be a trip to see her best friend and his wife. Hear me LOUD AND CLEAR!!!!!! SHELETTA IS NOT READY TO GO BACK TO WORK!!!! 
Lemon Law Part II. My lovely wife recently told a story about her friend Creepa who, like I did, realized way too late that we “been got” by PBCW…..affectionately now known as Pretty Bad Credit Wives. We were blinded by good looks, big booty’s, and better than average with “hot, lovely relations.” The original Lemon Law, would give unsuspecting husbands 30 days after marriage to return their wives to her parents for any of the following: bad credit, high debt to equity ratio, and poor money management skills. After giving is some thought, I realized that the Lemon Law was too narrowly focused and several amendments would be necessary to make it a more robust piece of legislation. 
there should be a "Lemon Law" that applies to wives after you marry them. He said when he signed the "paperwork", I sold him a bill of goods. I had wonderful body-work: pretty face, charming, tight butt and abs. But soon after the nuptials were over, he decided to check under the hood and found out my credit was bad, my feet stank and I had hair on my chest. He said he wants to start legislation so that all men who get married are allowed a 30 day trial and if their beautiful bride turns out to be a lemon, you can return her for a refund, or a better model... 
I’ve been catchin’ hell around the house for letting my roles as Father, Husband, Breadwinner, Landscaper, and part-time Cook interfere with my bloggin’. It has been “a month of Sunday’s (literally), since my latest installment of “Shawn’s Sunday Thought.” Not that there hasn’t been anything to think about….. It’s just the wear and tear of things that caused me to not write down my thoughts. 
are crawling all over me." That's what my husband declared when he stepped out of the shower at my momma's house in Houston this morning. We're visiting on a shoe-string budget so we're lodging at "Momma 'Nems"! Well, momma's thread count on her towels ain't quite what we're used to, as a result, when my husband finished drying off from his shower this morning, he was filled with nappy little blue balls of thread! He was so covered in webbing, I been walking around calling him Spider Man! I had to use a lent roller on every part of his body to get them off (and I mean er'rewhere)... 
to stop crying when he's watching movies that touch his spirit. We were watching "Pride" the other night starring Terrance Howard which was an alright flick. It's just Remember The Titans warmed over, in a swimming pool. But Shawn was really into it, and during the movie, I saw water on his face and wasn't raining! 
