Things are changing!

      So after a night of talking on the phone until about 2 in the morning with a boy (because after all, on the inside we are 16), I woke up to find my first gray hair (which should have been difficult because I have a massive head of hair but oh no, there it was just waving at me)! Interesting enough I wasn't mortified. I was more intrigued then anything. Aging is happpening.A few weeks ago I was playing track and field on the Xbox Kinect with my godson and he wore my ass out. During that session I also happened to throw my arm out but decided that it was because I was over zealous (it had nothing to do with the fact that I'm over 25). What are you gonna do? You can't stay young forever. It is important, however; to enjoy life as much as humanly possible regardless of age. My grandma always says, "Its sitting around and doing nothing that makes you old!"

Taking a minute to give some shine

I'm going to go on the record as having said, "There are some amazing men in the world!" I know this for certain because I'm best friends with a lot of them. They are smart, funny, thoughtful, well mannered, and real MEN. They are absolutely the reason why you will never hear me bash. It just won't happen. Now don't mistake it. If I run up on an "aint shit ass dude", I will, without question place him in his proper category but is every man responsible for him? ABSOLUTELY NOT! Because I make it my business to make this distinction, the universe is often incredibly kind to me and keeps a rotation of good men in my space to receive from them whatever the universe deems fit. Lucky me! As I've aged, I've loved, loss, and learned to appreciate and adhere the example that these men set. At this point, I know what a man looks like and how he moves. Makes you wonder, if you know what right is, why the hell would you ever choose (or in most cases, settle for) wrong?

Because there's a song for every occasion

It works perfectly!

Crush On You part deux

So it seems that I have reached something of a stalemate on this crush jazz. My friends are officially over it and with no audience I ask you, WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT? There are absolutely no new developments to keep my adoring fans interested. When someone asks, "What's up with your boy?" I got nothing for them and that womps! For those of you who are chess players, fuck with me for a second. Understanding that you are always 3 moves away from a win, I have assested the board thoroughly. I have no legal moves. The only thing left to do is sit and reset the board. I'm not a fan of the draw. I prefer WINNING.

Doing the Most!

     



         I have been "natural" all my life and it has without question gone through some stages. When I was about 9, my mother let me loose on my own hair. I never combed it and would brush it into a ponytail on the top of my head which a teacher called "the water spout". Not until I met Shontell and Rachelle did I learn about the brilliance of gel, moose, and hair spray. With these three things, you could get your hair to withstand anything! I was hooked! By the time I was in 7 grade I was a champ. Frizz was my defeated foe (even though we lived in hot ass central Florida) because I had switched from RAVE to PUMP It UP. You couldn't tell me nothing! My hair was hard as a rock and my ponytail had that "cheerleader swing". One day in the car on my way to the rec center, my father reached out, touched my hair, and snatched it back so fast you would have thought it was a snake. He told me that my hair felt like cement and that no man was ever going to want to touch if it was like that.( It should be noted here that while I was completely boy crazy and my father's warning should have mattered, this was the 90's or as I like to call it, the I DON'T NEED A MAN ERA. I was 12 and impressionable so I bought into the hype and would let crazy things come out of my mouth.) I explained to my father it didn't matter to me if a man liked it or not because it was my hair and that the only person who has to like it is me (neck roll, snap,snap, snap)!
     Fast forward a few years to high school. I had discover Pink Oil Moisturizer (like ever other black woman on the planet at the time)  and protein gel. I still used L.A. Looks from time to time but mother said that the alcohol would break off my hair. I was now at school/friends with more black girls which truly tranlsated into "Bring on the grease!" Every oily product there was, I was using and with little to no regard for what it was doing to my hair. Oh but when it was time to take the cheese bus home I would dread the greasy spot that my hair would leave on the seat. Teenage boys were not huge fans of the grease either so from that point on, I was on a quest for balance. 
       Presently it is always my mission to make my hair as soft as possible because there is a gang of it. I mean Andre 3000 said, " I just wanna lay in her hair." which suggests to me that it oughta feel like a pillow. I have found something that provides the softness that I'm after but always have a longing to try new things. Today I tried the DIY thing with shea butter, coconut oil, and aloe vera gel. My hair has never felt softer but baby, you could fry chicken in it. Seeing as how this isn't the 80's I wonder how you explain the grease spot you put on a man's shirt when you lay your head in his chest?

Upward and Onward

    After a conversation with a friend it occurred to me that most of the people that I know have relocated, quit jobs/ gotten shit-canned (from places that were stunting or sucking the life out of them anyway), or gone back to school in efforts to reach their personal legend (an ALCHEMIST reference. Read the book and increase the quality of your life). These kind of life changes generally mean that you have to start over. "STARTING OVER" is French for "being broke and nowhere near as stable as you'd like" This can be frustrating and liberating as hell all at the same time.
   Thanks to the quarter life crisis we all had a couple years ago ( where we woke up one day and asked the universe WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?!), we are all pretty clear on what we really want to be when grow up/turn 30. This is great right?  Now we are on the road to doing the shit and that's where  things get a little tricky. We aren't 18 anymore and have had life kick our ass a time or two. This is to say, we aren't so sprightly, optimistic, or energetic. We have learned to freak out, obsess about money, and be what the world refers to a realistic.  This is bullshit! Nobody ever got to be extraordinary, game changing,or iconic by being realistic. If being broke and unstable for the short term means being happy beyond measure in the long haul, suck it up and stick it out. Hustle hard until you get to where you are going. Although it is scary it is high time to start living the life that you were created to live.

Because a little nostalgia never hurt nobody

There is an 80's song that works for ever occasion