I’m back.  Still not over the shock but I wanted to share my thoughts.  Minutes after posting that Obama had won I took my brother, sister and neighbor joy riding through Philadelphia to celebrate the victory.  The streets were flooded with Obama supporters (and of course the police were out there heavy), young and old alike.  At first I was riding through the streets…honking my horn (which doesn’t work anymore…lol) and yelling things like “Obama!”, “We did it!”, and “We just made history!”  They aired his speech on the radio.  I blasted it and drove through the streets slapping high fives with people I didn’t even know.  People were riding on top of their cars, dancing in the streets, and hanging out of car windows.  I let out a few tears while driving and listening to Obama speak.  But it wasn’t until I reached Broad and Chestnut Sts (Center City Philadelphia) and saw the crowd gathered there with police baracades all around them that I began to really cry out.  All I keep thinking was that at some point we were slaves, people owned us, WE COULDN’T EVEN VOTE…and now BARACK OBAMA IS THE 1ST BLACK PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.  And furthermore I’m glad I’m alive to witness this historical moment.  I had to call my brother on the phone.  When he answered I said, “Barack won!  I told you you were gonna make history today!”  As I stated before this was his first time voting and right before I had him hit the “Vote” button I told him to take a deep breath and take it all in.  After he hit the “Vote” button I told him had just made history.  I’m overwhelmed with emotions.  I can’t believe it.  When I finally went to lay down (I couldn’t sleep…too excited) I looked at my son, laying there sleeping like a little angel and whispered to him, “Baby, Barack Obama is the President.  You can be one too.”  We’ve all been told that we can be anything we want to be but being President of the United States never seemed real until now.  I am proud.  I feel good.  I get teary eyed everytime I think about it.  This man is the epitome of what a good man, a strong man, is.  He’s always poised.  He has handled every situation thrown at him in a dignified and tactful way.  We all know that behind every strong man is a strong woman.  Michelle Obama has definitely played her part throughtout this election.  Yesterday, people were laughing at me because I was calling everyone I knew making sure they made it out to vote.  I made about 4 trips to the polls taking people to go vote.  Even in the 11th hour (7:45pm to be exact) I started calling people all over again to make sure they voted.  I know that I did my part and couldn’t be happier with the outcome.  I still can’t really find the words to explain what I’m feeling right now on the inside.  I can’t wait for the inauguration speech.  I’m sure I’ll shed tears then too.  Hopefully I’ll be there.  Oh yeah and I’m definitely taking my son to the White House to tour it and meet the 1st African American President!!  Obama!  Obama!  Obama!

Check out the acceptance speech!

While this wasn’t my first time voting it felt like nothing I had ever felt before.  There were no long lines (which was kinda strange) but as I walked through the doors of Foster Memorial Church, in the middle of the hood, I saw a few familiar faces…people I didn’t expect to see and at that point I could only hope that EVERYONE who was registered would get out and actually vote this time.  I took my little brother and sister with me.  They were excited to just go and say they were there while i casted my vote for Barack Obama.  As I went down the line, selecting all the democratic nominees nothing felt as good as pushing the button next to Barack Obama’s name.  After I casted my vote.  I went back home to pick up my other brother so that he too could be a part history making.  This was his first time voting.  He wasn’t quite sure of what to do and didn’t want to make any mistakes…so he took big sis in with him.  I told him to push the button next to Barack Obama’s name and then follow suit down the line of democratic nominees.  Before I had him actually push the “VOTE” button I told him to take a deep breath (he did) then push the “VOTE” button.  After pushing the button I told him he had just made history.  I took my neighbor so that she could vote and plan on making a few more trips before the day is out. 

I voted and am making sure everyone I know votes because it is time for a change.  Don’t sit back and let this opportunity pass you by.  My 1 yr old son will be able to look back on this day and say that his mommy played a part in making history by voting for Barack Obama!  Get up.  Get out.  Go vote.

 Lions, Tigers and Bears

This song is the ish!  I can’t stop listening to it because it is so true!  Love can be a scary thing.  Why?  Because it’s like entering the land of the unknown.  You don’t know what to expect.  When you are hurt…I mean really hurt or done wrong by someone you love it’s like having your world turned upside down.  You get a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach.  You can’t breathe at times.  It’s unbearable sometimes and you feel like you can’t live without this person.  THAT’S why love is a scary thing.   

When you love someone and things are good…you’re floating on cloud 9.  Nothing and no one can bring you down.  It feels good!  But when love turns it’s back on you and leaves you hangin’ you’re body aches and your soul begins to cry out asking the only question that matters right now and that’s…why? 

A lot of us are scared to love because we know what it feels like to not get that love in return.  We know what it feels like when love isn’t enough and it’s time to move on.  Love is a scary thing because most of us are scared to take a chance and try again. 

Even when you meet that special someone you’re still skeptical.  They can be doing all the right things and what do we tell ourselves?  “This is too good to be true!”  Not all the time.  Sometimes it is just too damn good to be true but there are some good ones out there.  Not everybody’s going around breaking hearts.  At least I like to think so.  Loving someone is hard to do when you’ve had your heart broken.  I get that.  But to not love at all is a huge price to pay for dealing with some jerk.  I refuse to lose in this game of love.  There are no rules, there’s no one  there to call a foul when you’ve been done wrong but I play the game nonetheless. 

~Jazmine Sullivan say’s “I’m not scared of lions and tigers and bears but I’m scared of loving you.”~

NOT ME.  Love has turned my world upside down.  I’ve felt like I couldn’t make it through the days without that jerk.  I’ve had that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I know what it feels like to be hurt so bad that you can’t breathe.  But I can still love.  I’m not scared.  I still have a lot of love left to give to the man I’ll one day marry. 

It’s hard to “put yourself out there” again I know but how will you ever find  the man or woman you’re destined to be with if you’re afraid?  I’m not afraid because I believe my king is still out there.  If I close myself off to the possibility of love then I’ll never know what it feels like to have someone love me wholeheartedly.  I want that.  I’m deserving of that.    I promise when you find “the one” you won’t remember the pain you felt from the dummies that weren’t worth two pennies.  BTW Jazmine Sullivan kills the bridge of this song!  Read the lyrics and love again!   

Hey guys…I’m almost scared to post this because I may not get any responses…lol…but I really want to know what type of topics you would like to discuss.  My faithful readers know that I have regular posts about love and relationships which can all be found under the “Pillow Talk” category here on Love Lies and Music .  I also engage in many different discussions on other sites.  It’s what I do.  But I would LOVE to know what you guys want to talk about.  I’m working on getting another site started where we will just have these types of discussions and some other fun stuff!  Trust!  The things that go on in my head are crazy!!  I needed a platform to be able to express that…Yum Yum Kisses here I come!  So with that being said please leave comments with your discussion topics!  I wanna hear from you. 

~Smooches~

So I was over at Truth Merchants commenting on a very interesting topic about “men falling in love with women AFTER the sex” and was inspired to post this question. 

Question: How Do You Know When You’re IN LOVE? 

There is no standard indicator to let you know when you’re IN LOVE.  People realize it at different points in relationships and their feelings are confirmed in many different ways. 

Some find themselves thinking of this person all day everyday.  Others can’t stand being apart from their significant other.  Some sit at their desk scribbling his/her name on their notepads.  Others are texting and emailing them loving messages all day long.  Some send love letters and go the extra mile.  Some get that funny feeling (butterflies…if you will) in the pit of their stomache whenever that person is around.  Some just can’t imagine going through the days without this person.  What let’s YOU know that you are IN LOVE?

My friends over at Truth Merchants defined love as this:

“The condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”

I couldn’t agree more.  When I love someone my happiness is dependent upon my significant other being happy.  When things aren’t right I work at making them better.  I go that extra mile.  We should be able to “play and joke around” with each other and not get upset.  We should be able to truly enjoy each other.  Physically and emotionally.  I can’t get enough of you and you can’t get enough of me.  I hate to be without you.  I would rather chill with you than kick it with my girls.  If you’re feeling that way too then I know i’m IN LOVE!!  What about trust?  That’s a word you don’t hear a lot.  I have to be able to trust you.  I need to be able to feel a sense of security.  Love is a mixture of emotions for me.  And great sex ain’t never hurt nobody * side eye *…don’t go there!  What about you?  Please leave comments.