This is how we show love...

So…I am getting ready to wrap up my day around 5pm CST on Wednesday when the office phone rings…

“This is Keli.”

“Yes, they just delivered my Dell flat screen TV and it is not working.”

“Sorry, but I cannot help you with that, this is not Dell.”

“Well, they just delivered the TV and it is not working.”

“What would you like me to do about that?”

“I called you because the TV is not working and I need you to send a technician.”

“This is not Dell, but I could give you the number to Dell if you would like?”

“No, I don’t want the number…I want my TV fixed!”

“Well, I can’t help you with that! But, I can give you the number to the people that can…its xxx-xxxx”.

“Ok, xxx-xxxx”

*click*

*dial tone*

Yes, I played along with this foolishness…why you may ask? Because it was my 10 year old niece, and she has it honest…Crazy starts early in our family…plus, I mean, she’s learned from the best. *grins*

And yes, I really did give her main number to Dell, lol. I just hope she blocks the number if and when she calls into Dell.

She did later call back to say that she did not mean to hang up in my face, and that she loves me a lot. :) So she ain't too crazy!

Backazzwardness

My family is azz backwards…

That’s one reason why I never call and ask them for help with anything…it becomes a damn event…really?! It is not that damn difficult.

Yes, I am using the three and four letters words, but that’s just how damn mad I am right about now.

Then they have the nerve to ask bullshit questions, and then get offended when I lose patience. I already gave you the answer, rephrasing the question will not change things…NEXT!

They wonder why I don’t visit?! Well, because…I know from whence I came…and I ain’t in no hurry to get back…most of the folks questioning why I never come home don’t call me, don’t ask about me other than wanting to know why I have not been home. If you are really concerned pick up a phone and call…and when I do visit, I only go see the ones that take the time to call and see how I am doing…WHATEVER!

Do I sound selfish…well, maybe I am. We don’t choose our family, but I can choose not to have to deal with the backazzwardness!

But...

Even with the backazzwardness family came through for me...I guess that's all that matters at the end of the day, that we have each other's back...

I still only claim certain folks, and I guess those are the ones I can truly say I both like and love...well for the most part.

Only In My Dreams

Me & Lil Wayne?

Well at least in my dreams…

We were a couple. I was going to visit my mother, and he was already there when I arrived…flowers in hand. I assumed they were for me, and he informed me they were actually for my mother. So he presents momma with the flowers and she is gushing…and I am in awe thinking…wow, she actually likes him. I have on heels and I am like towering over him...

I sleep in a diagonal, and in the dream, we went to bed actually cris-crossing each other. I wake up the next morning, to find him gone, but he left me an envelope full of money…with a note telling me to have a good time with my mother and the family...

So moving ahead…I spend the rest of the dream trying to get to his performance at the county fair before it’s over.

The thing is…I appeared to be extremely happy in my dream…not sure if I have been that happy in reality (well not with a man that is).

If dreams are our subconscious speaking to us…Can someone break down what is going on in my head? Please and thank you!

Road Block

As in the road to Denver for the 2008 National Democratic Convention...

I have decided not to put in my bid for candidacy to be considered as a delegate for the national Democratic convention…

Before I hear the boos and hisses…this is a mini political campaign in itself…you have to declare your bid, then you have to campaign for votes…as fun as it sounds…I work full time, and I don’t have the time, money, or energy to do what’s needed right now…

I don’t have the time to attend fund raisers, nor do I have the time to host. I don’t have money to give to the democrats, and right now my time is sparse, well at least my time during the week…I am already using vacation days to attend the State Democratic convention.

So for those who wants to know what it takes to become a delegate…let along a super delegate…it’s takes a lot of time, money, and effort…the more money you give over time, and the more volunteer hours you give over time, helps you to gain that status within the party…

And right now I am exhausted.

But...

I still might try to get on as a volunteer, we shall see.

Maybe a future in politics is not in the cards for me after all…I tire of bullshit real fast.

A Rose for My Mother

Here is a single red rose for the rose of my life…my mother…

My mother has taught me what it means to give, without any expectations. If she has it, and you are in need, it’s yours. I use to think it was odd when I saw her go into her purse to give a stranger a dollar…but now I do the same. I found it odd when she brought home a homeless woman for Sunday dinner, but there was a homeless gentleman that I used to by breakfast for some morning. She has taught me that blessings are not monetary, and just when you think you have it bad…there is always someone that is doing worse.
My mother has taught me the importance of family and love…and that family does not equate biology…by her example I first learned to love myself, and I know have the ability to love others.
My mother has always exemplified beauty and strength…I look back on my childhood, and I see the sacrifices she made when daddy was not holding up his end…I know that she did everything within her power to keep things in the house as normal as possible for my sister and I.
My mother defines mother…loving, caring, selfless, giving, strong, disciplinarian…not only is she my mother, she truly is my friend. My mother is my pillar, my rock, and I always make sure to end our conversations with I love you.
My mother, a strong, faithful Christian woman… I one day hope to be half the woman she is.


Happy Mother's Day to all the women out there holding it down!

I fell off my game BIG time!

I have not gone for a run since March. I had a bout with the allergies and sinus…barely could breathe, at one point my nasal cavities were swollen shut, so I did not do too much…I had problems breathing while chewing…but yeah, I did find a way to eat, lol. There were times that I woke up in the middle of the night because I felt like I was suffocating…I hate having to breathe through my mouth.

So…I did the elliptical machine last week, but I have not done anything this week. I am going to have to most definitely hit the pavement Saturday morning. Anyone want to come with?

I am popping the little white pill, so hopefully I will not fall prey to allergens again this season.

On another note…

I am the only person I know with man problems but no man…yeah, I have options…but just because you have them, does not mean the time is right to exercise them…if at all.

Kronche Krotch…this blogger ain’t right, lol.

Wait…this makes two new posts in one week. Short and sweet, but a new post nonetheless...Yay for me, lol. *pokes out chest and pats self on the back* Yeah…I am sure that some want to see that...tickets start at $50…ha.

It's Been A Minute

I feel like a teenager…I have a huge zit on my cheek…it’s under the skin, feels like a big knot, is beet red, and hurts like hell! And of course it decides to pop up the day before I have a meeting with a potential client…great.

It’s been 19months…but who’s counting. All I know is…my mind is playing tricks on me, and if I don’t get some soon…well…I will probably not be able to function! I was fine up until a month ago...damn TX Relays!

Hmmm…Miami…just maybe…

I almost had two reasons to root for the Cowboys this season…not sure if TO is enough to make me want them to win…I mean, he’s sexy and all…but it’s the Cowboys.

I am so ready for football season, but I am also happy it’s the offseason.

Houston yay! Katt Williams…yay! It should be a good birthday week…mark your calendars…the day is soon approaching…49 days and counting, lol.

I need to go shopping…better yet…I want someone to take me shopping!

My nieces have a miniature Chinese hamster? Why is the hamster Chinese?

On second thought…maybe I don’t need to go to Houston…too many temptations…I am most definitely likely to slip and fall…onto my back that is.

I am still busy…have a lot going on…but I have not been able to focus. Trying to finish up one book, so I can start working on finishing the next one…trying to get some promotional stuff underway…trying to make moves. I am meant to be a millionaire; this working just to pay the bills is for the birds. It’s time to make moves.

I don’t ever need to touch money again…electronic money …my favorite.

His back…OMG…his legs…OMG…whoo! Houston…I think we have a problem! Lol

As I stated earlier, and I am sure you can tell by this post…it’s been a minute…so forgive me.

Hopefully it’s like riding a bicycle…

K-spot Flashback....

I decided to repost this after eating my supreme croissant from Jack-in-the box. But in my defense, it's 1:20 pm, and that's all I have had to eat today.

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Am I judgemental...This is a question I have found myself asking a lot lately. It seems that recently I have just become tired of the bullshit. Tired of the whining...you're grown, act like it, you're not happy with your life do something about it!

But here recently my judging as crossed a line...it has become discriminatory. I have noticed that I have a bias in regards to overweight people. Now before you go off and have a hissy fit...I am by no means a skinny chick my damn self. I am a thick, chick, size 12/14. I don't have a problem with being large or pleasantly plump...my problem is with being sloppy, slothful, and exhibiting bad manners However, I think that I am more quickly to forgive these offenses from someone of a smaller size. Take for instance, the newest employee on my team. I am not going to even guess her size, but she is a "big girl"...more so, she's just plain nasty. I refer to her, in my thoughts of course, as Filthy McNasty! I know I can put down some grub, but she's always eating...her ass was eating at my desk while I was training her...don't know how many times I asked her to please not do that. And when she plopped all her big azz titties on my desk, I just 'bout had a conniption. But its not that she's eating, damn, I have those days where I eat all day myself...it what she eats that disgusts me...can't eat a regular taco from taco c, but has two make her version of the double decker combing three crunchy chicken tacos with three bean and cheese tacos. I know, I know...I am not one to talk with my Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream addiction, but you know, I also can fit in my chair at work and did not have my boss spending an afternoon searching for one to accommodate me. I also can walk from the front lobby to my desk without being over exerted. I also can pick up my feet and not have to shuffle when I walk. And let's not even talk about the loud belching without saying excuse me. She wears too little clothing, and her shit is always falling out the top or bottom. Someone even complained to HR (not that I should now this) about her manner of dress, said it was offensive. Now the same day they complained about her skirt being too short, my girls were popping out the top of my blouse...apparently no one complained about that. Am I a hypocrite? I mean, I am the same chick that got upset when her ex told her she went from being a Halle Berry to an Angie Stone. I mean, yeah, I am not in my best shape, but I will hit the elliptical machine, or do some crunches. So is it not just me? Does society hold an unfair bias against its overweight members? I mean, I never hear anyone saying, "Damn look at all that gut, he's so fine"! Or "She got belly for days, she sooo could get it".

Would I be more tolerant if she was thin? Am I really this type of person? Can I be this mean and shallow?

Play Time

Roddy! I am going to get you! I never liked this game…I’m too cute to get sweaty running behind folks. Ha!

But since I think you’re all so fly…I will go ahead and comply…

I have been tagged!

The rules are as follows:
* link to the person that tagged you :
* post the rules on your blog
* share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
* tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
* let each random person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

1) I have never dated a man that did not play football at some point in time…most at least played on the collegiate level.

2) Ice cream is my substitute for sex…and I have been craving a lot of Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla as of late.

3) I cannot get into bed, without taking a shower first. And I am not letting you into bed with me if you don’t take a shower either. If I take a shower and go outside, I will feel the need to take a shower when I get back inside.

4) I don’t like water, so I keep lemon juice and sugar at work…hey, when given water, make lemonade, lol. (We really need a vending machine in our bldg).

5) I don’t have cable; don’t miss it for the most part either.

6) I love me, maybe a little too much, I can’t pass by a mirror without stopping and admiring…when at home, this also includes a booty dance, lol.

Now…I guess I have to go throw on the tennis and try to tag 6 people myself…

Patrice, KI, Eb the Celeb, My.02, Dejanae, and AJ…

YOU’RE IT!

Hola!

I have been very busy…work is great! Could use a raise…but that will always be the case…I’m always praying for increase.

I picked up this cute Ed Hardy tee at Macy’s…I put it right back down when I saw it cost $79…it was not that fly. I can get me an iron on patch and make my own…anyone want to buy one from me. You can get a K-tee for $20, lol. Wait…I just might be on to something here…

I have a why and a what? But I want to know why I am not getting it, and what it will take for me to get it? Confused?

I had a pint of blue bell homemade vanilla ice cream for dinner Sunday night…it was yummy!

Anyone live in LA, work in the financial services industry, and need a job? Holla at yo’ girl!

I am sure it was not a one time opportunity…but why am I still like damn! Still kicking myself in the butt 3 weeks later for not capitalizing off that one.

I cut my hair off last month, then after seeing my mother’s beautiful ringlets, I just want my hair to grow back…so why am I thinking about getting it down even lower?

I need to win the lottery!

You know…family sucks! They always expect you to cater to them, be there for them, help them when they need it… but I don’t see anyone helping me with nada…can I get an occasional, how are you doing? Before you go in on your bullshit? So I guess it also sucks to be self sufficient, or to be perceived as such.

Hate to end on a negative note…so let me just say…

Just like a refund, make me bring that azz back, lol.

Not sure if that was ending on a positive note, but until next time...

Adios Amigos!

I’ve been busy!

I have had a lot going on…not too much time to type.

This past week the University of Texas (Hook’em!) hosted the Texas Relays. Well, if you know me, you know this is the only time of year I plan on going out. I partied Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Lots of stories to tell, but I will have to keep these to myself. Just know that after this weekend, Lollipop by Lil’ Wayne is my ish! Yeah, I said it...what?!

Well, since Dejanae had to front on me because it’s been a minute since my last post…I thought I would flash back to TX Relays 2007…

Kid Capri is a Punk Azz Biatch!

I just got back from a party hosted by a couple of friends. Now, I have been excited about this party because it is a reunion for black University of TX alumni within my age range. It never fails, I always connect with old friends when Eddie and Norm host an event. So, I walked out the door looking oh so fresh and so clean, ready to shake a tail feather.

Well…

Kid Capri was the DJ that was hired for this event. Now, usually Cut Creator is the man, but I guess they wanted to go with a different vibe. All I can say, is when we got there he was playing an old school melody that was not at all live. Then he went into his dirty south medley, and kept getting on the mic saying…”Were in the south, I know you can make some noise”… Yeah, but only one problem kid…this is the ATX not the ATL, so why should we get crunk about Young Joc and Jeezy *sigh*. Well, he kept trying to play that stupid “I know you see it" song, and the music kept cutting off. As I walked by the booth, I waved by hand across my through signaling shut that ish off…he saw me, and got on the mic and asked me not to do that…well at this time, the music was still not playing. I then told him, that we did not want to hear Young Joc, and he tried to clown me but putting his spotlight on me. His actual words were “Oh, so you want the spotlight, I’m going to put the spotlight on you”. So I stuck a pose. He then goes on to say something about not testing him with the mic in his hand…I told him I don’t give a damn about him and his mic in his hand. He then asked me if I wanted the mic, and you know I said, “Hand it over”. Now, I also tried to tell him that I know both Eddie and Norm, and I am sure they would not appreciate him disrespecting me in this manner. See while he called himself clowning me his little cronies were laughing, and of course, the more they laughed the more he kept on. He told me to come around to the side of the DJ booth and he would give me the mic, and I better make it good. Once I walked to the side of the booth, his peeps tried to block me like I was trying to get at him. BOO-HISS! I told them that his punk ass invited me to walk around to the side of the booth. He then walks up to me, leans over and says, “I’m the one DJ’ing the party….blah, blah, blah”. See the problem with this is, although you’re the DJ the crowd dictates whether the party is rocking or not…and at this point, you were failing at your job Kid. As he talked he spat in my face…not purposely, but he’s a sprayer, YUCK! So, once he said what he had to say he walks off, but note…he never hands me the mic…because I was about to set it off in that piece (lol, actually I was only going to give a shout out to Eddie, Norm, and the rest of my UT family). The security guard actually comes over to escort me out, and I let him know that I was going to talk to Eddie. Once I threw out Eddie’s name, the guard changed the way he handled me. Yeah I name dropped…so what! I talked to Eddie and let him know that I have NEVER been so disrespected (well at least not by a grown man). He was actually trying to clown me in front of a packed house, to try to make himself look like what? A man? Wow…he’s all of 55 acting 15. So not impressed. Yeah I know I jumped fly first, but damn, if he was all that, he would not have cared what poor little ole me had to say in the first place. Even my boy from the BX said the music was not good. Kid Capri is a Buster! And I will NEVER attend an event with his name associated with it again. Bring Back Cut Creator!

On another note...

I did meet Maurice Green, so it was not all bad.

******And the folks I met/kicked it with this year, so trump Maurice Green!

Please Forgive Me

I am not going to be participating in the 10k after all....I know, I know...I spent all that time hyping it up and blogging about it, only to back out at the last minute.

But I have a good excuse, or at least in my mind it's a good excuse.

I am a delegate (team Hillary) for the TX county convention that will be convening this Saturday, March 29^th.

I had not yet registered for the race, it’s only $30 bucks, and I had the option to register in person tomorrow morning…well, once I received my convention itinerary…running was the last thing on my mind. I am to report for sign in at 6:30am and we are scheduled to be in session until 6pm. I have a long day ahead of me.

Not to mention…I went to Orlando on business last week, and I am still recovering from that trip…long story short…I ended up sharing a hotel room with a co-worker who got pissy sloppy stanky drunk…ordered stanky azz onion pizza from room service at 2:30am…and kept me up all night. Mind you we both had to be up at 6:30 am to work…but in her words “This is what conferences are all about, we party”. I am a recruiter and we were working at the National Society of Black Engineers conference. The worst part of the trip…other than getting no sleep, getting sick on Friday and being in bed by 9pm…the worst part of the trip is that my Caucasian coworker actually referred to us of African descent as colored…the first time she did it I thought it was a bad off color joke, I did not respond…I let it slide that once…the second and third time it slipped off her lips I was amazed that someone our age could be that ignorant…I mean really. But then I don’t know who I was more upset with at that point…her or the dude that referred to himself as “the yellow one” that was trying to fuk a white chick that referred to him as colored.

Back to the race…well, as excited I was at the thought, and as much as I probably need to…I have decided to sleep in on Sunday. So please forgive me…I hope you’re not too disappointed.

The Best of Both Worlds

A hoodie and a pair of Timbs head my way

He takes his hands and pulls his dreadlocks out his face

He caught me eyeing him and looked at me, like I got this

Me being me, quickly had to smack my teeth, roll my eyes, and look at him sideways and crooked

Why you gots to be So Ghetto.

You don’t know me

But yeah I do.

Said he could tell by my walk that I was a southern girl

Said when I talked, he knew I had that southern stuff he liked

I’m TX born, TX raised

Damn mami, you said that like you’re Bun B

Well, you won’t find a chick that’s triller than me

Through a crooked smile he says, Brooklyn’s Finest…that be me…

TX girls are cool but you talk big shit

Is that Right? Let me upgrade U, cuz I see You’re Feelin It

Oh It’s Like That…girl, I spent 8 years in the dirty, hell…

My most down azz chick was a TX girl as well.

I looked at him, smiled and said

You already know that BK and TX work well together,

We can change the game, Be like Bonnie and Clyde 2008.

That’s how you like it huh?

What more can I say? This is BK and you can have it your way…

Cuz ain’t no nigga gon’ get you bodied like me.

Baby Boy stop the talking and work it out.

No need to fight this temptation the Kitty Katt is purring…

TX and BK…The Best of Both Worlds…

Screwed and chopped

Twisted and Throwed

Damn BK had be tippin on 4-4’s.

Copyright © 2008 by kelic
All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this may be used or reproduced in without the author's consent.

20:20:42:46

What's up with the title?

Well, last time I checked, that's how much time I had to prepare for the 31st Annual Statesman Capitol 10k...I have 20 days, 20 hours, and I am sure the minutes and seconds have dwindled down since...

This really should not be an issue right? Wrong?!

I am so out of shape it is not even funny. I have exercising a bit more regularly this year, but nothing too intense. 30mins on the elliptical here...20mins jogging on the treadmill there...well...

I have to be in good enough shape to run 6.2 miles by March 30th...and let me tell you...and I am no where near that point.

With the race in less than 20 days, the most I have ran is 2.6 miles. I have been running courses that are representative of Austin...meaning a number of hills to climb...and these hills are kicking my azz. If they are steep, I have to walk up them, but the downhill runs are pretty cool...almost like coasting. My last road run was not easy at all...I might need to get some new running shoes, because by time I got back to my apartment complex, everything below my knees went numb...I could not feel a thing...I had to jump on the stationary bicycle for 15mins to get the blood flowing again. That run was only 1.4 miles, but I ran the steep hill on the way back this time...probably not the smartest.

My biggest problem is not getting tired and running out of breath...but it's the aches and pains. If I run on a treadmill the impact hurts my ankles and shins...and the same for the road. Running uphill makes my calves cramp...it's just a mess!

I need to learn how to pace myself...I am not a runner, never have been...but I thought, no time like the present to start. It's hard for me to work out just because I should...I need a real and tangible goal, and training for a 10k is it. I am going to try to do at least 3 or 4 races a year.


The good thing is, I realize that I don't have to run the full 6.2 miles...but I am going to push myself to run as much as I can.

Well...I am off to train...today I am doing 45mins on the treadmill.

Road To Denver

The delegation is on the county level…last night’s caucus was pretty much a precinct convention. From there you select delegates to represent your precinct at county, then state, then the national democratic convention. It was tiring, educational, and exciting all at once.

The process seemed to be grueling for those individuals who did not choose to educate themselves on the process before the evening. Many thought it was a show up sign in and leave situation…that is not the case here in TX. You show up to your precincts designated caucus headquarters. Caucus cannot officially start until the last ballot is cast in your precinct…and some Houston voters were still signing in this morning.

The primary poll judge gave us the agenda for the night. The first order of the night was to elect a precinct chair. We chose to elect the precinct judge because she understood the process, and we were trying to get things started. So we also had to elect a secretary and supervisors to facilitate and oversee the sign-in…now this was the hard part of the night, hundreds of people wanting to sign in to show support for their candidate…but in the state of TX to participate in the caucus you must be a registered voter that voted in the primary. So everyone had to be checked against the book before they could sign a sheet, noting name, voter number, address, and which candidate they supported. That was the longest part of the evening. During the sign-in we also began to split into the individual caucuses, there were not any undeclared voters, so everyone was either for Hillary of Obama…we now had two separate caucus groups. Out of the hundreds of people who signed in, only 52 stayed to actually participate in the caucus. So at this point, we are chit chatting and awaiting the voting tally for our precincts caucus. Out of the 34 delegates, Obama received 21 and Hillary received 13. So now we had to determine who would be the delegates supporting our precinct at the county convention. Things ran smoothly at this point, the older more experienced caucus members were very supportive of us newbies that wanted to participate. So we just did a show of hands, noting who wanted to be a delegate.

I met a couple of individuals that have several years experience as delegates and caucus chairs. They are going to really be a resource during this process. My mother has also been a delegate previously, and is currently an Obama delegate. Well, I think we all know I am a Hillary delegate. :D But we have nothing but the upmost support for each other. That’s the beauty of it…I caucused with a sr. couple whose daughter was on the other side of the room with Obama.

We also had 50 resolutions on the books that were supposed to be review before end of the night. At this point it was already 9:45 pm, there was a motion on the floor to move the resolutions up to county and we can deal with them at the county convention on March 29^th.

I had fun, and this is my first of what I hope to be many…I am trying to become a super delegate. :D

But for now my goal is to make it to Denver in 2008!

Introducing Boutique Patrice

About Boutique Patrice…

I must start by saying, I am a crafty crazy chic who loves trying new projects. I grew up watching both my maternal and paternal grandmothers sew, paint, make dolls and apparently I inherited their love and passion for creating things. I sew, knit, crotchet, and do a little bit of painting. But I did not start making scented candles and soap until 2003.



When I first got started making candles and soap, I gave them away to family and friends as gifts. It was then I realized how powerful word-of-mouth is! I began taking orders and when filling orders started keeping me up until 3am, I cried out for Help! And my husband, Ian came running. Since then he has become an integral part of Boutique Patrice. I value his input. Where I am creative, he is technical and its proven to be a great partnership.



We took a short hiatus in 2005, following Hurricane Katrina and relocated to Saint Louis, Mo. In 2007, after we'd settled down, we decided to re-open Boutique Patrice. While doing research, I decided to add two (2) new products, Bath Salts and Sugar Scrubs.




Every product is made by us, using only the finest of all natural ingredients. We have tested and re-tested and tested again all of our products to make sure that they are safe for all skin types and for the environment. Our goal is to provide quality spa products at an affordable price.

~ Patrice & Ian

If you are reading this and wondering what to get me, I will take the Vanilla Hazelnut candles. Thanks! :)

Hillary in 2008!

Nope it's not too late...we have March 4th.

I will be voting early in the TX primaries and I will be casting my vote for Senator Hillary Clinton.

It's funny...those that I know that think both emotionally and cognitively are on team Hillary, but it seems that most black intellects in the blog world feel otherwise.

True, Clinton and Obama's voting records are similar, but when it comes down to it...they have different views on how to implement change. During the debate that was held at my alma mater, The University of Texas, Hook'em...Obama stated that his campaign has seen momentum because the voters realize that it's not really about policy...hmm...then what is it about?

Can he implement change...sure, but I don't think he has what it takes to implement policies that will make a great impact on this nation at home and abroad.

He is running on the slogan, "Yes We Can"...

But this is what I have to say...

"Yes She Will!"

Click here to read a fellow blogger's account of her experience at the Clinton Rally. Nice to see another woman of color on team Clinton. For some reason, I feel that my blackness has been questioned because of my political choices. I actually had one blogger tell me he was disappointed and loathed my decision. I just had to let him know that the feeling was mutual.

Why is it that we always expect other black people to jump on the bandwagon just because he/she is black?

Black is not always right.

Ok, now that I am off that tangent...

It's not too late for Hillary to take it in 2008!

This Time Last Year

I went into the archives for this one...

Get to know me...

It’s been a minute since I’ve done a personal blog entry, and I don’t think I have ever truly given to much insight as to who I am…my likes and dislikes. I guess I have been so busy to really sit down and come up with anything. Today would still be one of those things, but I thought I would just give you a little insight into me…

Some of my interest include but are not limited to Reading, writing (primarily music lyrics and fictional stories), singing, dancing, baking, and shoe shopping. I love to create and I always seem to need to be productive. I absolutely love football, and I guess you could call me a girlie tomboy to some degree. And for those of you who have yet to hold a conversation with me…I love to talk, but I am also a good listener! Although a night on the town is fun every once in a while, I do not feel the need to run the streets…I would say I am a homebody. I seem to have the most fun just chillin’ with my close friends and family.

I am into fashion, but I am not that into labels. I like to look good, but I don’t feel a need to break the bank doing so. Although I do not consider myself a label whore, I do keep up with certain designers, and I am really considering getting a pair of Citizen of Humanity jeans…well that’s if I can squeeze my behind into them. Although I would say I am a trendy individual, I tend to buy classic pieces that I can take from day to night, and give it my own personal flair by accessorizing. I rarely go into Saks or Neimans (however, I love their outlets stores), but I am not a Target/Payless kind of chick either.

I guess you could say I’m a picky eater. I don’t like sliced bread( it’s the texture I don’t like, and the taste of white bread), but I will make toast…but only using Mrs. Baird’s Split Top Wheat. I do not like condiments…no ketchup, mustard, mayo, tarter sauce, jelly, or gravy for me. I will eat honey with a biscuit every now and then, and I now will eat ranch dressing. I am a bbq sauce with my fries type of chick. As a child I also would not eat butter, syrup, or any type of salad dressing. I am not a big fan of chocolate, but I will eat a brownie, and I love me some chocolate milk. My favorite flavor of ice cream is Vanilla…preferably Blue Bell’s Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream. If you want to win me over fry me some shrimp…I absolutely love shrimp, and I think I have eaten them every possible way. except for coconut shrimp…don’t like coconut. Probably the strangest thing about my pickiness, is the fact that I absolutely hate drinking water. Water is so gross to me…it either taste soapy, bitter, or rusty. YUCK! I can however tolerate the taste of Fiji Water, and I drink Vitamin Water’s Revive (which is truly watered down fruit punch). I am also very particular about the look and smell of my food. I will not eat anything from anywhere. I abhor potlucks!



Favorite NFL team: Tennessee Titans
Favorite Movies: Forrest Gump, The Color Purple, Coming to America, Friday (the original only), The Five Heartbeats, Grease, The Wiz, and now Dreamgirls.
Favorite musical artists: Prince, Chaka Kahn, Rick James, Brian McKnight, Luther Vandross, Patti LaBelle, and New Edition...And you know what….I even like Beyonce, might go see her perform at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo…oh the horror! LOL

Well, not that I have given you a few tid bits about me…thanks for stopping by and have a good day! *smiles*

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Things are pretty much the same, but now Vitamin Water XXX has replaced revive...that and Gatorade G2 Red...yes red is a flavor lol.

I also must now admit that I have a crush on Trey Songz and I like dancing to snap music...yes I said it...what?!

I think that Levi 515's are now my favorite jeans...and my favorite outfit is a pair of jeans, tee, and pair of pumps or cowboy boots...yes, I wear cowboy boots...what?! Yeah, thought so. *sticks out tongue*

Fear Factor

I am terrified of heights, which translates to being afraid of many things…I have never ridden a roller coaster, nor have I ever boarded an airplane. Well…when I took my job I knew there was some travel involved…I have been with the company 6 months and the traveling has come sooner than later. I am going to Orlando next month. I would have to say, when I first heard the news, I was excited. I have promised that I would face my fear and get on a plane this year…now I don’t have an excuse not to. The flight from Austin to Orlando will be take approx 3.5 hours, which is longer than I wanted to be in the air for my first run. I was thinking a 45min flight to Houston or Dallas…but oh well. I will not let fear be a determining factor in regards to my success...or lack thereof. I enjoy what I do, and I am not going to let being nervous about flying hold me back. I am truly excited about opportunity as a whole. No time like the present to conquer those fears. No more regrets. Good things are happening in 2008, and I foresee the year will only get better!

Phenomenal Woman-Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.