Brilliance. Is. A. Habit. (c) Unknown

The Never Married Divorcee

2011-04-17T20:03:00.000-07:00

My best friend nearly died giving life to her healthy, happy daughter. Millions of women give birth every single day without complications—but for Chelle, whoever’s above or us below had other plans. She lost so much blood. Her brain swelled. She went unconscious. For one tumultuous week the doctors were unsure if she’d live, and even if she did she would suffer

Best Father Around

2010-08-05T18:47:00.000-07:00

Being fatherless, in my opinion, does not mean growing up in a single parent household. To me fatherlessness, means exactly that, there is an absence of a father. If your father was never home, had an addiction that devastated your family then to me you’re qualified to say you’re fatherless. Or, like in the case of so many of us, our fathers were rarely or never there.

Late...

2010-02-14T00:11:00.000-08:00

As a self diagnosed insomniac I can tell you that a great nights sleep is like finding a great guy. It happens on occasion, and when it does you feel as high as the sky. Except when it makes you late for the airport. Something drew me away from my beauty rest, and it wasn’t the sound of xylophones from my iPhone. I dug my way out of the sheets and through the comforter and

Victory is Mine: Running On My Own Two Feet and Ish.

2010-02-05T19:36:00.000-08:00

In the modified words of Kanye, “It’s a celebration snitches!!!” “Grab a drink; Grab a Glass…” Low cal or skinny mini of course! I am sure you want to hear the good news… Yesterday I bought some running shoes for $50. That’s it. That’s all. That’s why we’re celebrating! *Doing the hustle* For the longest time, I couldn’t figure out why I was having trouble walking for long distances and/or

Crunches: The Bane of My Existence

2010-02-02T22:25:00.000-08:00

You see, I am a tummy girl. All the women on my daddy’s side of the family has at least little stomach and not because of childbirth. I am convinced I was born without stomach muscles. I am actively avoiding my Pilates Abs DVD even though I KNOW I need to work on my abs the most. I hate crunches. HATE them. I HATE (emphasis intended) CRUNCHES! UGH… Not just crunches, but core work in general.

My Pants Are On The Ground!!!!

2010-02-01T22:00:00.000-08:00

Woke up yesterday morning at 5:45 a.m. elated. I actually slept a little. Started my morning routine: Brushed my teeth. Took a bath.Started combing my hair. Boiled some water for my oatmeal. Finished my hair.Made my lunch. Ate my oatmeal. Started changing my clothes, when I noticed… My pants, size 14, were falling off. They were on the ground literally. I had to go

Don't sleep on it, and don't eat on it. Work it out.

2010-01-29T19:19:00.000-08:00

Today was one of those days where I wanted to curl up and die. You know, the kind of day where when things couldn't get any worse it some how does. By about 5 p.m. I wanted the day to be over, and to just go home. Only there was one problem, it's my gym day. Honestly, I didn't want to go. I mean when I'm stressed out I want to grab my blanket (I don't have a snuggie yet) and climb into bed.

Ray J & 'Em

2009-12-10T15:41:00.000-08:00

Y’all know I am a reality tv junkie, right? So it shouldn’t come as a surprise when I say that I thought Ray J was dumb as hell for letting go of Jaguar this past Monday on his television show For The Love of Ray J. I mean can you blame her for not wanting to kiss him? He’s at least kissing EVERYBODY. At the very least kissing. Lol Jaguar’s at least got some morals

For the Love of ChaChing Bling

2009-10-14T17:49:00.001-07:00