Just me..

You know.. Life has a way of giving you the test and then letting you study..

Life update..

I’ve moved into my apartment and it feels fanFUCKINtastic.. It’s my kid, my pooch, and me..   I’ll update later with more.. Working a 12 hour shift takes the life out of me.. Kiss, hugs.. and booty rubs…

Ahhh… Never fails to come in on cue…

Funny thing about having an ex… You see, an ex who tells you that karma is going to kick you in the ass, usually already has been visited by the beautiful creature. Why consume one’s self with going through the mail, seeing where they used their credit card while having another supposedly happy relationship… ?  Please be happy.. Leave me alone.. I have no feelings for once was.. My feelings are about as dead as that piece of meat that could not rise… But I digress.. Once I leave trash on the curb, I don’t rummage thru it thinking that there is something of value left… Let someone else pick it up and find a hidden treasure that didn’t suit me.. 

Aaannnddd…. I breathe.. 

Searching for inspiration..

Searching for inspiration..

Saturday February 9th, 2013

I’ve come to the conclusion that I must be the, THE laziest person with natural hair.  I love my hair but I hate doing it.. It is forever thick, it’s long, it’s unruly, on occasion,  disrespectful, non-caring, hateful and down right mean and surly..   I do as little to it as possible.. Oh yeah, it gets washed and twisted and moisturized, but not without a fair share of kicking, moaning and sometimes flailing and a tantrum, don’t judge me…

I wear it up 99% of the time, taking it out only when  I don’t have a head wrap to match my outfit.. Which I do have a wrap for nearly all of my clothes and my work uniform.. 

But, I’m going to get better when I move.  I’m thinking about posting a couple of videos of me trying to tame this stuff on my head.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my hair, but there are times when I just look in the mirror and merely think of untwisting my hair.. And I swear I see my hair snarl at me. I hurry up and put my scarf back on and turn off the lights..  Maybe I’ll try to sneak up on it the next time and wrestle it down.. No mirror, no lights.. I’ll have the advantage.. 

Signed a Lease…

Moving out soon.. Feelings of relief, fear, hopefulness, sadness, elation are all running about.  What began some 22 years ago is coming to some form of finality….  All things must come to an end and new beginnings must happen.  Life has a way of giving you the test and then letting you study and ponder the notes.. 

Soooo….

Crochet or work out… Crochet or work out.. yarn or sweat.. Can’t I sweat and crochet at the same time?  Oh the dilemma…

Three years natural…

Three years natural…