excuse me while i vomit

THIS is DISGUSTING!! Birkhead bet not give him one red cent!

my celebrity look alikes

whats up with all the Asian chicks?

Beauty Night Out

ladies in  DC metropolitan area, keep an eye out for Beauty Night Out, coming soon in April. I’ve worked with the folks who are putting this on and they are seriously the real deal. Keep an eye out for this event. They should be updating the page soon. Their gift bags are off the chain. Definitely worth looking into

self edit

…so maybe she’s not ALWAYS on point……

lazy sunday

Ok, I’m a loser. Little miss “I LOVE MOVIES” missed the Oscars. I missed the Oscars during the ONE year I was actually INTERESTED in the films. WHY? I allowed myself to get caught up into watching Scarface for the millionth time and lost track of time. What a loser!! Self edit: I didn’t miss the ENTIRE broadcast. After Scarface, I found myself falling in and out of sleep. I remember waking up to hear someone say that Beyonce and the Academy Award Winning Jennifer Hudson… would be singing. What was up with that “Listen” duet. I know Ms Beyonce was not happy at ALL about that. Then I fell asleep again, waking just in time to see Forrest give his acceptance speech. I changed the channel after that because I had already missed my favorite parts. The best part of the awards shows are not the acceptance speeches or the clothes. The best part is the split second it takes to open the envelope and the painted on smiles of the nominees as they wait for that suspended moment in time when they hear they name announced after that famous phrase “And the Oscar goes to…”. I really wanted to see Forrests ATOGT moment. And I REALLY wanted to see Jennifer’s. What can I say? I’m a sucker for the drama.

 

1) It SNOWED like crazy on Sunday. It was actually beautiful. I was gonna go out to the book store but when I got in my car and saw this, I turned my happy azz around and went back in the house.

 

2) Gone With the Wind came on uninterrupted. I know, but its my favorite movie.

3) Stuck to this no carb thing all weekend amazingly. One glass of red wine on Saturday though. Gotta watch the alcohol consumption.

4) Went shopping with K and V at Annapolis Mall. Too many cute clothes so little time to get this fat off. Humph.

get a life already

i’m always complaining about being so bored by living in this area. There is never anything to do.  Yet, I never get off my azz and just DO things. I feel like I’m just watching my life pass by.I really think a lot of my issues are stemming from me just not having much of a life. Hell, I’m 32 and according to the new math, that makes me REALLY around 22 so why am I just sitting around in the house all the time? I’m always scrolling around THIS site and promising myself that I will just sign up for something and do it.  Chances are, I’d have to go alone to the events, but thats not the problem: I’m not uncomfortable about attending events like these by myself. I think I’m just really lazy. Having to drive into town, find parking, blah blah blah. See? I have serious issues. Right now I’m really starting to get that whole “missing out” feeling though, and one thing I’ve learned is that you just don’t get a second chance to LIVE. I think I’m going to look around and find somethings to get involved with. Because right now, I’m acting like 32 is the new 42 and that is not a good look for me.

hate her…..

luv her style. The only thing bad I’ve ever seen on her is that corpse that she wears on her arm from time to time. Bad taste in men, but this beetch’s style is on POINT! Don’t believe me? Note her body language and over all fierceness in the pic above. Then look at this mess that follows. See her face? Even she knows he is a hot mess. And what’s up with those dark shoes with that shiny suit.  No, fool. Just no.

what u gettin, mami

Excuse me for one moment while I attempt to scrape the remnants of my left contact from my eye. Seriously, it must have melted onto my cornea. Medical assistance might be required. Have you sat under one of these dryers at the Dominican shops? Its hot as hell in August, no joke. My goodness. It all started when I sat here this morning and realized that I could put my free time to good use and go get my purty on. The Dominican ladies always get my do straight, bouncy, and full o ‘body. Since the shop that I like is all the way in Silver Spring, I don’t get to go as often as I like. It just started feeling like the perfect day for a doobie. The thing about Dominican salons is that, although you come out looking just too cute, there is definitely a price to pay for beauty. If you manage to get out from under their Dominican torture devices alive, they then sit you in their chair and proceed to use the hair dryer on the highest heat imagineable to force your roots into silky luxurious compliance. Is it worth the pain? Three days later when my hair is still silky and bouncy and wonderful, I imagine I will say “YES, YES , and YES AGAIN”. Right now, with my scalp no doubt red and sore, I’m contemplating whether or not I will even go back ( I will) and telling myself that hair this soft is not worth the torture. ( It SO is)

tgif?

A friend of mine and I were discussing this whole dating thing recently. We were going over what kind of expecations I had about men, dating, relationships and all that. I really wasn’t sure. To be honest, when I see myself single, I see myself alone. I am so far from even THINKING about someone else. (See yesterday’s post:I’m not even hardly ready for that yet). To coax me into getting in touch with the possibility of dating again one day, she started asking me about first dates, and what would be a perfect date for me. I like to think I’m open minded and spontaneous and I think a perfect date would be dictated by the chemistry that I felt with the person I’m with. So again, I had no answer for her. Frustrated, she rolled her eyes at me and said ” So if some guy came to pick you up and you were looking all cute, and he took you to Friday’s on your first date, would you keep seeing him.”

Silence. Not because I didn’t have an answer, but because I didn’t want to hear her response to my answer. In all honesty, Friday’s is fine. It is. I have a 12 year old daughter who loves Friday’s. If we’re out shopping, she’ll ask if we can do lunch there. Its fine. Really. For lunch with a 12 year old on a busy day. I think that if a man felt that a Friday’s was appropriate for a date with me, then he has me all wrong. Like I said, there is nothing wrong with Friday’s, but if he’s talked to me enough to earn a first date, I’m sure nothing that I would have spoken to him about would have led him to believe that a plate of Jack Daniels ribs was the answer for a first evening out with me. If he were the type of man who thought Friday’s was a “fancy” restaurant, then hell, we’d have problems all around because we wouldn’t be on the same page at all. Of course, after having finally gotten an answer from me, she was all kinds of upset. (Just like I thought she’d be).  I can never explain the Friday’s test in a way to not come off as some stuck up chick who wants someone to empty their pockets to try to impress me. That’s not the case at all. To me, its more a matter of taste and style vs money. My taste does not make provisions for Friday’s on a first date and it goes deeper than how much money is spent. If money were an issue there are lots of other options that would make greater impact than a TGIFs. The type of man that I’m attracted to would know that.

So no. I won’t be dating soon. Hell, I’m still trying to figure out what I’m doing NOW. I do know, that when I am tossed back into the dating pool, any man who fails the Friday’s test shouldn’t even bother asking for a second date.

forbidden treat..a parable

i love ”chocolate” like you wouldn’t believe. i obsess over it. Recently, I accepted that  have overindulged myself in my sweet obsession for far too long. The effects have been noticed by everyone around me. I made a promise to myself that I would not never again touch another piece of chocolate-when the time was right, I would retrain my sweet tooth in the direction of something more harmless and far less decadent. I was going strong for a week or so and I really convinced myself that I was over this fetish completely. I could even sit in the same room with a large inviting dish of chocolate without even being tempted. For once in my life, I was able to discern that the few moments of bliss experienced with every bite hardly seemed worth the aftermath. I was on my way, folks and I was quite proud.

Yesterday I realized that I had either a) fooled myself completely into thinking I’m stronger than I could ever be or 2) I need to come up with a new game plan. I gave in to my cravings for chocolate yesterday. I did not plan to, I did not even know that I would be around chocolate at all , but when faced with my temptation in an incredible moment of weakness,my sweet tooth proved stronger than my resolve.

I feel that I am starting over completely and I am quite disappointed to find that I’m so weak. Even more disappointed to find that in that one moment of weakness, my craving for this forbidden treat has increased tenfold.