Are they extinct like the dinosaurs?

    






 So after a few conversations with my girl the good Doctor, I started to wonder what the fuck is wrong with women? We are certainly at a stage in life where I'll say 98% of the women that I know are about their business/careers and in all attempts to make it to the next step in such but would give it all up (and throw in their left tit for good messure) to say that they were MRS.Poorunsuspectingsucker. Nevermind all the years of schooling and nights burning the midnight oil to get the job done, having a man  is way more important to them.
     Unfortunately some women wear their martial status like a badge of honor. Being married pushes a woman up in the ranks, thereby reigning supreme over her chronically single friends which wish nothing more in the world than to be just like her. As a married woman she has completed her life's goals. She can die knowing that her destiny has been fulfilled. Sound stupid? Of course it does!
     In real life you have to be a complete person and totally satisfied with yourself before picking someone else up. If you are looking for anything outside yourself to make you whole, you are in a world of trouble! If you told anyone that they could have a thing in its entirety or a fraction of that same thing for the same price, they'd take the thing in its entirety any day of the week! If someone else completes you then what happens when they aren't there?
   When I was a little girl I remember loving to watch the older girls and grown women and the way they moved. They all seemed to be so confident in who they were and damn you if you dared to question their flyness! What ever happened to the BETTY BADASS women of my childhood? This was the 90's and women were on their  independent shit! They professed to not NEED anyone but themselves. Where there are certainly some flaws to the way they did things, there is something to believing that you were dope (and dare I say, SEXY) all by yourself.

Inspiration Transcends Language

I went to bed with this song in my head and woke up with it so that means it must be shared! LA VIDA ES UN CARNIVAL ( Life is a Carnival) is one of my favorite Celia Cruz songs (ok so to be honest every song that she has ever made is my FAVORITE but follow me for the point...thanks) for lots of reasons. We will start with the fact that you will find it difficult to not move (unless you are totally rhythm- less in which case I feel sorry for you because you don't know what you're missing). Another reason is because the message is such a pure one. Although it doesn't sound as good in English, (honestly is has the slightest bit of cheesy-ness when translated) the idea that life has the ability to be an amazing experience if you let it, is always good to hear. Its very easy to get caught up in your "RIGHT NOW SITUATION". If you think about it, sitting down and being bleak requires minimal exertion on our part. Getting out of the funk and moving forward to enjoy life, is the hard part. Once you do, you'll realize that there are a million things, small and large, to smile about.

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?