Monday, January 27, 2014

I Luv The Grammy's

Last night's Grammy Awards were the 1st show that I've been excited to watch in years. Don't really know why, though. Maybe music has taken a turn for the best or, hmmmm, maybe I just wanted to see the rumored Beyonce and JayZ sing Drunk in Love. And boy did they sang it. You may not like him or her but oooooooooweeeeeee....The fact that JayZ had a little bounce in his step and attempted to dance shows something good is going on there. We all want a love like that don't we ladies?
Initially I wanted to give the show a 10. It was jam packed with great performances and offered something for everybody. I'm going to stick with the 10 even though Queen Latifah scared this pretty brown shit out of me. WTF? If you missed the show, during the performance of Macklemore and Ryan Lewis' with Mary Lambert - girl next time cover up some more of that white meat - song Same Love she officiated the wedding of 30 people. At The Grammy's? Listen, I'm still confused by all of it. I get it, we all want equality, but its The Grammy Awards. Get in where you fit in but dayum. It was just a little bit extra. Like a bad butt injection - just WTF type of extra. Queen Latifah has always made me nervous. I think she watches porn on an etch a sketch while her girl is lying naked across her lap and flicks cigar ashes on her ass. When it came time for her to officiate her big ass busted through the doors on stage like a freed inmate running into a room full of reckless ass. She was just a bit too excited for me. 
Madonna was even a part of the "ceremony." She walked on stage like a limp pimp crypt old negro spiritual. Her voice was equivalent to someone in the midst of a stoke. The material girl has finally run out of fabric. Just sad.

It was nice to see Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr. They sang. No theatrics - just a nice performance the way it should be done most times. Pink swinging her nut cracking body all through the air. Katy Perry and the legion of doom. Next time just sing the song; we'll still like you - honest.

A few of my favs - 
1. Stevie Wonder  is always a good thing.
2. Taylor Swift whipping her hair
3.Sara Bareilles excitement over singing with Carole King
4. Kris Kristofferson - A Star Is Born is still one of my favorites
5. Lorde won? Huh? I don't get it but its my favorite because she has inspired me to write a song. And I'll never get child suuuuuuupppppoooort....('-')

My best dressed of the night - Pharrell Williams. When you just don't give a damn enough to give a damn, you're alright with me.
There was much more to the show and in my opinion, it was very enjoyable. I didn't change the channel at all. If you want to keep up with my thoughts in real time follow me on Twitter - Miss WandaLuv You can also like me on FaceBook - Miss WandaLuv And don't forget my Website - Wanda D. Hudson

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Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Dating Wanda - What's the Deelio Yo?

At some point I'll finish Dating Wanda. Yah'll know this single mama pimp is busy. But in the meantime...

“Good morning, Braxton. How are you?”

“Good morning, Miss Luv. I’m doing great. And you?”

His voice wasn’t deep but it sure managed to go deep and make a few things tingle in me. Horny takes everybody with her.

“I’m well. I’m looking forward to our dinner date this evening.”

“That’s why I’m calling; there’s been a slight change of plans.”

If he cancels with a lame excuse I’m gonna let him have it.

“I have a last minute meeting with and I know I won’t get finished until after 8. How about you come by my place for a late dinner, nice conversation and a few adult drinks?”

Woooweeee, horny is ecstatic right now! Now I know good and damn well that I shouldn’t go over to his place. We’ve only been talking a few days, we sort of work together and my legs can spread like Country Crock. Aww, hell, I’m cheap. Make that the store brand.

“Ahhhhh, Braxton we can re-schedule. How about this weekend?”
“No, no, no. I want to see you. I have excellent kitchen skills and I promise to be a perfect gentleman.”

Perfect gentleman? Shit, he betta touch my titties or something.

“Alright, you talked me into it. Give me your address and I’ll be there at 8:30.”

I luv you