oh yes, yes. i know. I have been gone so long i forgot myself.  As we all know life has a way of well

getting in the way.  Good stuff, bad stuff and some plan ol’ i just don’t give a f’ck stuff.

My sisters and friends keep me inspired even when i just want to be …un inspired.

I love you LADIES MORE THAN I COULD EVER EVER EXPRESS

“If the world is my oyster, then some better deep fry that mother f*cker and pass me some hot sauce.”

—ME (Dréa Riley)

now y’all know i am all about old school r&b, i love  to sit back on sat and sunday and let deep soulful voices wash over me.  Most of these new cats are good, but they lack HEART…they don’t MOVE ME, they just miss it you know.  BUT  little mr. chris brown is tryin to prove that he is all GROWN up at 18  and i belive  redding is looking down going, ‘yeah boy, now you FEELIN it!”  give it a listen. 

http://www.zshare.net/audio/5139807cd2c2cf/

so as a pre birthday treat, i’ve decided to spin a free read for you guys. ( I know, who GIVES gifts for their birthday right, must not be feeling well)  I don’t know what its about but I figure it will help me keep up with that “write something everday” thing i am supposed to be doing, and also help me keep my creative juices going.

SO What I think is that i am going to try to add something everyday up until my birthday (next friday) or maybe just after. It will be extremely short and hopefully pleasurable…so stay tuned…you may just catch the first part tonight.

Dréa

so it’s come to my attention that not everyone knows me out there and is wondering why i  have all these pages with NOTHING on them.  Well, ask any of your favorite writer’s out there.  Writing maybe our love, but it ususally is second to a “real” job.  And lets just say  my real job as a retail manager is  Killing me, right now. Working seven days a week is not fun.  neither is walking pnuemonia.  By the way smart azz me asks the dr. what is walking pnuemonia and she says,”you have pnuemonia and your walking around”…who buzz kill.  so yeah i know for you die hards and for those of you who make up my support net it means nothing, but my mama loves me LMAO and she bought me a can of soup with the pull tab(hey she said i asked her for soup i fogot to say would she come here and make the soup from scratch) but anyway please keep checking back.   love ya

So after spending a night contemplating the possible disappearances of several individuals(criminals and annoying people). Then spending a day with my really good friend Jose(aka cuervo, baby, straight  no salt no lime). I was feeling bad.  I mean really, I am a grown ass woman, right. I work hard for what I have.  I have my own man,  and I am not having to sneaky creep around. I have a job, that sucks, but it pays. So what in  the world gives me the right to be mopey, weepy and bitchy all the time.  Not a dayum thing.  Well I mean no where is it written that I have to be happy go lucky, chip-cher-cherue either but, well Lately i have been all “its my party and i’ll cry if i want to.” Thing of it is. well if I really sit and think about my life, I know I am blessed. I have a lot that most don’t.  And the things I don’t have well, if I worked harder or did certian things, i might have or could have.

I will be the first to admit, I have a lazy streak a mile wide and don’t lets talk about being stubborn. To quote one of my grandmother’s in-law meemaw “i ain’t stubborn, you wanna know if i am stubborn you can just ask ME about it and i’ll tell you, I ain’t stubborn.”

LMAO So  i guess the point of this little soliloquy is to say that well for a minute at least i am am resolved to be happy, not just content. To do a little more, give a little extra and smile.

After a night of mumblin’, grumlin and my good friend cuervo, i think i will spend tonight with my girls coffee and calgone.  They always seem to help me find some clarity in things.

I mean some of my best ideas have come while splashing away in a tub of bubbles, wondering how come when i say “take me away” no hot light caramel Jamaican brothas’ or dark dark Cuban papis appear to tend me.  And well coffee, she just helps me get going, puts a proverbial boot in my ass and says “yeah  you don’t wanna, but who cares”

Those two pick me up when  my man cuervo drops me like a rock, and let me cry and blame my red cheeks on their steam. Help me think, relax and carry on.

To Coffee and Calgone,  a sistah’s motivation and relaxation.

Carry on!

ok so i am not bytchin’ any more, well I am, but actually this is about praise and Thanks.

This year, though I am thankful for  you all, I am super Thankful for my cowboy.  He made  dinner(except the dressing) for us TWO (yup just us and the animals this year how novel) all by hisself.

He got up before me this morning  to  put my clothes and towel and jacket back in the dryer so they’d be warm for me to put on.

Started the truck so it would warm before i had to drive it.

Held me this morning as i sobbed about having to work.

Held me when i got back home sobbing about having to work and hating my job.

Said Grace over my plate before he SERVED ME.

Took my empty plat and rocked me to sleep as we watched the dog show after the parade.

Held me when i woke up moments ago, sobbing and cursing the alarm clock for having to go back to work, which i hate.

 And he and his friend have decided to go to work with me so i wont be there alone for the next stretch.

The man is outside in freezing weather  in shorts warming the truck.

So This year, I am blessed, and thankful for my husband….who is presently squezzing me and kissing my neck and i KNOW he is going to try to stick his cold azz hands on my back.  

I LOVE YOU CWB.

ok so i haven’t exactly kept up with that something new everyday thing, BUT i have been busy. Just to let you know your support is taken to heart let me tell you whats in store.

There area actually two series in the works.

THE LANDRY QUINTS, will feature the stories of five, yeah count them five , lovely vivavacious look a likes in their quests for love and individuality.  VELVET TIES will introduce the series. With the tale of the youngest Landry Lovely, Velvet. We’ll follow her as she is the first to move, not only from home, but out of state. Will the ever sexy, Caleb win her heart or will peril trip up their romance? Wait and see.   With four sisters and a rythmless best friend and a horse name Lancelot gone missing, well, its bound to be and adventure. 

TRENCH COAT CHORINICALS

OH yes, my muse(don’t ask) put a bug in my ear and here we  are.  Three lovely ladies with tales of comedic  seduction and the trench coats that helped them catch their mates.  Will Alpha Garrette Duffy be able to help clumsey Mackenzi Jacobs match her self image to the sexy phone voice she has been teasing him with for years.  Will Mackenzi ever be able to walk in a pair of heels? Join them as the learn the art of TRENCH COAT SEDUCTIONS

ok so thats what’s up… be a patient with me please and I promise to deliver as soon as possible.

BIG UPS to my sister and niece for keeping my spirits up and thier feet up my back side

MAJOR PROPS TO LAURA my girl friday, chica you don’t know what you do for me…my undying devotion is yours

CHIN thrust to lisa who will be my biographer

AND as always my muse(still not saying your name) YOU KNOW I LOVE BEING A MINI YOU(now if that ain’t a clue)

some one great told me to write something everyday…so today being Halloween.

BOO…. just kidding.

I don’t have a creepy lil’ tid bit to give you, but I will say this.

There are spirits around us.  Its a personal prefrence as to wether or not you acknowledge it. Most people are born with a sense of intuition, in some its stronger than others.  Women are noted to have a stronger intuition, mostly because we are to percieved as more intune with our emotions.  Organized religions tend to shun the ability, claiming anything that makes someone unique, as satanic or blah blah blah. But any way I am not here to preach, teach or whatever. Just sayin’ , “there are more things, Horatio, in heaven and earth, than are dreamt of in you philosophy.”–