tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88083260336176323502024-03-12T19:08:35.587-04:00J'adore ThisJ'adore This is a collection of random thoughts, tips, advice and reviews on things that j'adore. I'm what you can consider a Renaissance Diva. My expertise and experiences as a Make-up Artist, Writer/Poet, Artist, Entrepreneur, Eye Candy model and Wife will fuel most of my posts but many will be just my opinions and thoughts. Suggestions and request will also be taken if there is a question you would like answered.J'adore "Brittanie"http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215424728473530309noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808326033617632350.post-29366445334645579072010-08-26T04:05:00.000-04:002010-08-26T04:10:27.760-04:00The Perfect StormShall we light a candle, let darkness surround us and lie together until the night is through? Raindrops gently touch the window, as we lay so close that we are almost one. Our hands lay gently, one kissing the other, our faces part slightly, one eclipsing the other, fully loving the other, poised to make sweet, soft love to one another.Our bodies dance to the rhythm of the rain against the window, never missing a beat. Our hearts dance to the rhythm of our souls intertwining over and over, our hearts skip a beat. Kisses sprinkled all over our bodies, the traces glisten in the moonlight. Hefty breathing and fierce sounds fill the tempestuous air as the illumination from the lightening uncovers a wonderful piece of art..paints the picture of moist bodies entangled in love...whispers of "I love you" after the motion ends and sweet caresses to sustain the words spoken...Shall we light a candle, let the darkness surround us, as we lie together until the night is through? Shall we???Glam(Her)Oushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14454026749936801677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808326033617632350.post-22388404480418675942010-08-26T04:04:00.000-04:002010-08-26T04:05:00.426-04:00Is a Rose Really The Same By the Same Name<div>Not the same though by the same name,</div><div>Not the rose I once plucked with my eyes</div><div>Not my angel in disguise, </div><div>Who came to mystify my mind, </div><div>And have me seeing rays of sunshine.</div><div>Sunshine Not the love that filled my heart so,</div><div>That I felt that I may burst if I didn't let go,</div><div>And when I let go, my heart would beat slow,</div><div>As if my heart just didn't want to beat nomore.</div><div>Not the voice I once heard in my dreams, </div><div>Telling me that love is more than just a dream.</div><div>Not the lover that once brought tears to my eyes..</div><div>Licking from my ears to my thighs, </div><div>In rhythmic rhymes that freed my euphoric mind,</div><div>Making me cum so many times that I could just lay there and (whew) die..</div><div>No longer the gentleman, </div><div>No longer the respectful man, </div><div>No longer my best friend, </div><div>No longer the person that I long for in my bed, </div><div>Reminisce on in my head</div><div>Or that I wonder where things could have led,</div><div>Not at all the same, though by the same name</div><div>Not the rose I once plucked with my eyes</div><div>Not My angel in disguise</div><div>Only a memory and a heart filled with lies.</div>Glam(Her)Oushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14454026749936801677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808326033617632350.post-34988616441605986012010-08-26T03:52:00.001-04:002010-08-26T03:59:59.619-04:00Words of SpeechlessnessI've been trying to find the words to tell you how much I love you, but I just can't find them. "I love you" does not nearly portray this feeling ravaging me and provoking things that I buried a long time ago. I have tried countless words to describe or maybe justify our love: intoxicating, all-consuming, ever-lasting, unconditional, explosive, and even euphoric. These words are cliche and simple at best but do not even closely relate to this fire that I just can't put out. This magnanimous, beatific, gratuitous, and inebriatingly spontaneous adulation is just too complex for words. There are not enough words in all the world's languages...I think the only way to tell you is to say nothing at all.....(silence)Glam(Her)Oushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14454026749936801677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808326033617632350.post-11683170337163265982009-08-23T08:01:00.000-04:002009-08-23T10:26:01.905-04:00J'adore This??: Sunday Morning Love<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">“</span></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">After finding true love, wondering where it was all along and where it came from.</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">”</span></span></b></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8tGFq6jmbxEyS8urdUxLGmVG6g_P5BVlsDkn2w4tcEFGD6ryGscX-8UMX4RB5fhU0mt-tFA0cKH2-R01QG7P2FGkqFTDUAOkLbt2pLwCZyGaPCaWrHZ0noX1iNKPELmdrRjhj2OxUuSkR/s1600-h/club+070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8tGFq6jmbxEyS8urdUxLGmVG6g_P5BVlsDkn2w4tcEFGD6ryGscX-8UMX4RB5fhU0mt-tFA0cKH2-R01QG7P2FGkqFTDUAOkLbt2pLwCZyGaPCaWrHZ0noX1iNKPELmdrRjhj2OxUuSkR/s200/club+070.JPG" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>"Who are You Love?<br />
</b></span></div><br />
<br />
Baby, who are you?<br />
Your mind and heart seem so rich with stories untold,<br />
Streams of new mysteries unfold.<br />
Are your feelings and emotions the ruler of your actions?<br />
Or does your mind give you satisfaction?<br />
<br />
Where did you come from?<br />
Your soul seems familiar, like we were once lovers in a past life...<br />
Maybe when Adam and Eve roamed the earth, we were two lovely birds taking in the scene,<br />
Maybe we met in Africa, when making love outside wasn't obscene,<br />
When the pyramids were being built, our hearts were carrying the stones,<br />
Even the stunning Cleopatra couldn't bring my eyes to roam.<br />
During slavery, I was a slave to your heart, and you the love master, <br />
Who stayed by this poor pained girl, even after I bore Masta' bastards.<br />
<br />
WHO ARE YOU LOVE?<br />
An angel once perched on a cloud above?<br />
My lover that makes love to my mind in such a way that my heart has an orgasm, <br />
Bringing the every inch my mind and body into melting hot spasms.<br />
<br />
Are you my mind that I lost from all the pain that I endured?<br />
Reuniting and reconstructing my soul from existing obscure.<br />
<br />
Who am I to deserve a love so intense?<br />
Finally finding love after all the suspense.<br />
<br />
Am I truly that woman that you make me feel I am?<br />
Capable of doing, achieving and living anything that I want.<br />
Am I really your wife, which you dedicate the eternity of your forever?<br />
Who are we...together?<br />
<br />
<h5>© 2009 J'adore Brittanie</h5><h5 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Comment and let me know if you J'adore This.</span> <br />
</h5>J'adore "Brittanie"http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215424728473530309noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808326033617632350.post-853077437062197472009-08-21T11:36:00.000-04:002009-08-21T11:36:58.380-04:00What Peeves Me You Ask???<blockquote> "<span style="font-size: x-small;">Something I posted on FB and Myspace a month or so ago. I read it and figured I should repost it</span>."</blockquote><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I have a few pet peeves<br />
that I honestly cant stand and that I feel I should address.<br />
I'm not trying<br />
to be mean and I'm not necessarily mad at anyone that has unknowingly done or<br />
been guilty of any of these things. But from this point on, there is no excuse.<br />
<br />
1. I HATE BEING PHONE STALKED. If I don't pick up the first or maybe<br />
even second time, then I am busy and I will call you back or I just don't wanna<br />
talk. DO NOT CALL OVER AND OVER AGAIN IT PISSES ME OFF. Also if I say I'm going<br />
to call YOU back, Don't call ME back. (FYI: Phone stalking can result in me never<br />
answering the phone again and marking your name as DO NOT ANSWER in my phone).<br />
<br />
2. ASKING MY AGE OVER AND OVER OR TELLING SOMEONE MY AGE.<br />
I was raised to never tell my age and I take it very seriously. </span> <br />
<span style="font-size: small;">It is disrespectful to ask a woman her age and pointless.<br />
NO ONE but my family and my spouse know my real age..(even people<br />
who think you know because I never put my real birth year on anything..ha)<br />
<br />
3. I hate being left hanging. If you know that you are not able to meet<br />
or whatever, it is common courtesy to call the person and tell them. If I say I'm<br />
coming somewhere, I come or I call, I would like the same respect.<br />
<br />
4. Reading is fucking fundamental! I'm sick of people not reading my Facebook </span> <br />
<span style="font-size: small;">or Myspace page and then sending me messages asking me dumb stuff or trying </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">to get at me because you didn't read and see that I'M NOT SINGLE. Also its </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">annoying when people read part of it and then tell me that we have a lot in common</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> and in fact we have nothing in common.<br />
<br />
5. People that owe me money or something of value and then<br />
pretend or act like they don't. I tend to be a very generous person when it<br />
comes to my friends and I personally hate owing people so I pay them. I don't<br />
speak (or not speak) when I see you and then act like I forgot about owing you.<br />
I can't stand that. Also don't assume that if I haven't said anything, that I<br />
have forgotten. Trust me I haven't.<br />
<br />
6. I can't stand redundacy or repetitiveness...It drives me crazy..I can't stand some </span> <br />
<span style="font-size: small;">one saying the same thing over and over and I can't stand having to repeat myself.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> Most of the time if you have to repeat yourself then the person wasn't listening. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I despise hearing or watching anything over and over. I even hate the<br />
repetition of ATL crunk, snappin and pointless songs on the radio and damn near<br />
everywhere. If people keep coming out with the same shit, I'm going to lose my<br />
mind. (I'll address this more in another post).<br />
<br />
7. It is very rude and annoying to be interrupted in the middle of<br />
speaking. If someone is in the middle of telling you a deep, heart wrenching.<br />
important story from their past and you interrupt it talking about the time you<br />
got the wrong food at Taco Bell then you deserve to be slapped. Its a<br />
conversation not tit for tat or a verbal competition.<br />
To be a good talker, you must be a great listener.<br />
<br />
8. I ALSO HATE BEING NET STALKED...no explanation needed.</span> <br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
9. LYING with every breath yet expecting me to believe you about something</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> "serious" or anything at all for that matter. I have a former friend that lied so </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">much they even told me that they were gonna die on Friday and then when </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">that day came they called and asked if my spouse and I wanted to go to the </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">movies. LOL. I probably wont even associate with you anymore let alone </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">believe you.<br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Most of this stuff, I thought was common sense but if it was then</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> I wouldn't have written this..lol<br />
</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Comment or click J'adore This if you feel me.<br />
</span>J'adore "Brittanie"http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215424728473530309noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808326033617632350.post-74558609338031655512009-08-21T09:14:00.000-04:002009-08-21T09:37:33.426-04:00J'adore This?: "Temptation"<div id="writingNotes" style="padding: 20px; width: 540px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUb_ckCf-h5yfzZRgYV2wDRRgzMazOF7P7uouMGkZjR2qy3hHVn-ez3TPq9DdnfUZlYO8nmsPERrf7u4-Si2_8EQZ9KTj22gIdZEPKfvf5EEKkbXYfmCA1S1PUp78ZTVk534w6qANbbkO_/s1600-h/kissincouple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUb_ckCf-h5yfzZRgYV2wDRRgzMazOF7P7uouMGkZjR2qy3hHVn-ez3TPq9DdnfUZlYO8nmsPERrf7u4-Si2_8EQZ9KTj22gIdZEPKfvf5EEKkbXYfmCA1S1PUp78ZTVk534w6qANbbkO_/s320/kissincouple.jpg" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
When I look into your eyes, I must confess,<br />
Feelings flood my body that are hard to suppress.<br />
Every time you wrap your arms around me,<br />
I want to kiss you passionately.<br />
<br />
When you take my hand and pull me near,<br />
Everyone else in this world disappears.<br />
My mind suddenly fills with erotic scenes,<br />
In which I fulfill your every dream.<br />
<br />
At that moment my temperature rises,<br />
And my body strains painfully to disguise it.<br />
But lust builds up and I can no longer hide it.<br />
And I whisper into your ear that my body is yearning<br />
for you to be inside it.<br />
<br />
And you confess the need for my caress,<br />
Your body, with my eyes, I undress,<br />
Until I see every curve of your perfect form.<br />
Giving in to my heart, I take your hand and lead you <br />
into the storm.<br />
<br />
Where we kiss and caress as if no one is around,<br />
And my hands roam your physique until your secret is found...</div><h5> © 2009 J'adore Brittanie</h5>J'adore "Brittanie"http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215424728473530309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808326033617632350.post-78184412712690237222009-08-20T12:14:00.000-04:002009-08-20T13:48:17.095-04:00J'adore This: "Another Chance"<blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote><h5><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">“</span></span>Something I did for a spoken word showcase. I wrote it in about 20 minutes.<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">”</span></span></h5><h5><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></span></h5><h5><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></h5><h5><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></h5></blockquote></span><h5></h5><br />The essence of an angel is projected in your style,<br /><br />Every sunset of the earth can be seen in your smile.<br /><br />God`s child, sent on earth to make my life worthwhile,<br /><br />Like the sun, my day doesn't begin until your intoxicating eyes have risen,<br /><br />To hang upon me their gaze that entraps me as if I`m in prison.<br /><br />In your presence, I am the quintessence of the petrarchan lover.<br /><br />Having the urge to kiss but just cant bring my lips to cover,<br /><br />Those sweet soft lips that always seem to call my name,<br /><br />Or scold me of my mistakes and make me feel shame.<br /><br />Let me bring some consummation to your apprehensions of my intentions.<br /><br />Even though I have done things so bad to you that I dare not mention.<br /><br />I want your heart to be assured and content,<br /><br />With the fact that you know how I feel to every extent.<br /><br />Yes, I am in love with you....no doubt.<br /><br />Even though you have tendencies to scream and act out.<br /><br />Every moment without you, your face is all I think about,<br /><br />Your gift I cant even rest without.<br /><br />But this world today will try to keep us apart,<br /><br />As in any relationship,there wil be things that will puncture our hearts.<br /><br />But no one can take my heart from where it was meant to be,<br /><br />With you is where I am happy and where I will be.<br /><br />So people will have to accept me and love me despite it,<br /><br />Because I've already decided.<br /><br />That I want you and I am going to treat you right.<br /><br />It isn`t even about sex..I could do that any night.<br /><br />I just want you to experience my connoisseurship of love and romance,<br /><br />And return the favor for you giving me yet another chance....<br /><br /><br /><h5>© 2009 J'adore Brittanie</h5>J'adore "Brittanie"http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215424728473530309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808326033617632350.post-17511924235850886132009-08-20T09:19:00.000-04:002009-08-21T09:16:11.024-04:00J'adore This? "The Runaway" - My Novel Inspiration<div style="margin-left: 8px;"><h5><span style="font-size: 130%;">“</span>A very personal poem that I wrote some years ago. To this day it still makes me feel same way it did when I first wrote it. It touches on love, domestic violence and grief. I wrote it so that other women could learn from my mistakes.The heart of this poem inspired my novel that I'm currently writing.<span style="font-size: 130%;">”</span></h5></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84IS4-CEHoBYIM9vNCVm7EuGzrdTzS7N34uTGinthGl_UnJrlWqx4P-JMNHP8m41PB8XRnWIxxFGvdXOsy5u4uoZ-JxXFhyphenhyphenk_1X9rmRIUceuKc_wY2ZymCzcuaLnKC9pIiVmxwIyyjaZl/s1600-h/deadroses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84IS4-CEHoBYIM9vNCVm7EuGzrdTzS7N34uTGinthGl_UnJrlWqx4P-JMNHP8m41PB8XRnWIxxFGvdXOsy5u4uoZ-JxXFhyphenhyphenk_1X9rmRIUceuKc_wY2ZymCzcuaLnKC9pIiVmxwIyyjaZl/s320/deadroses.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">The Runaway</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br />
</div>Sitting alone,wondering if there is anything to live for,<br />
<br />
I stand up and walk out the door.<br />
<br />
Wandering the streets with tears forming streams.<br />
<br />
Maybe that`s his way of telling me he loves me when he yells and screams.<br />
<br />
Cars screech and honk as I cross the street.<br />
<br />
Dazed, slowing down as I remember how happy he made me,<br />
<br />
How ecstatic I was to be carrying his baby,<br />
<br />
How complete and intensely intimate my bond was with him.<br />
<br />
Or when he brought me a fist full of gorgeous roses and asked me never to leave him.<br />
<br />
Suddenly, I remember the day we disagreed.<br />
<br />
I remember that same fist filled with scent of another woman,knocking me off my feet.<br />
<br />
I remember the mind numbing guilt and excruciating pain I went through.<br />
<br />
Not only physical but the pain from losing someone who means the world to you.<br />
<br />
Nowhere to turn but to God for help,<br />
<br />
Realizing that I had no real friends or family, only myself.<br />
<br />
My life no longer filled with warm nights and intense passion,<br />
<br />
Only the immense thrashing of an empty heart dying to feel some compassion.<br />
<br />
Startled by traffic, I see the horrifying gate.<br />
<br />
The gate that leads to a place everyone hates.<br />
<br />
I walk through the haunted grass,<br />
<br />
Looking carefully making sure I don't pass,<br />
<br />
The place I come due to love and love`s lies,<br />
<br />
The place where my beautiful baby lies...<br />
<br />
<h5>© 2009 J'adore Brittanie</h5>J'adore "Brittanie"http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215424728473530309noreply@blogger.com1