Relationships: We get along but do you meet my requirements

So a close friend and I were talking about the state of black marriage and relationships and we think we have figured out the solution to our problem.......we have a dang manual the other person has to abide by in order to even date. Please don't act like you don't have this problem, because we have all either been the victim or suspect of this epidemic.

For example, you met a guy and he's nice, employed, saved, but he has 2 kids.....yeah not going to work out because you think "baby mama drama". Or there's a single woman, saved, great job, no kids, has own house, etc. ans she's "too independent". We have so many rules and criteria for the a potential mate to meet that we tend to pass over good individuals. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying settle no not at all!!!!


Re-evaluate your list, is having perfect fingernails really going to lead to a long, productive relationship? Does the fact that she doesn't wear weave really going to equate to her being unfaithful? It's time to look past the superficial and look at the necessary. Will he take care of you if you have cancer? Does she have the type of character to take care of everything if you lose your job, WITHOUT complaining and putting down your manhood. Look at the big: will this person benefit the life I want to live, does this person fit God's plan for my life? All that other stuff is trivial......

work groove

So today i've decided to put my best foot forward for work. I ACTUALLY HAVE ON MAKEUP LOL

My Natural Hair

So for those of you who know I have transitioned from relaxed hair to natural hair.

It's been over a year since my last relaxer and about 5 months since my real big chop. I simply love my hair like this!! Its so much healthier and it's growing like crazy.

Let me explaining my reasoning for this transition. Actually there are several reasons. First, my hair was in bad shape and I was getting it done professionally every two weeks. The sides were VERY thin, okay you can say they were bald. My hair was breaking off with each new weave and it had just stopped growing. I would be so embarrassed to sit in the chair and get my hair taken down, because I didn't want anyone else to see what horrible shape my hair was in. Instead of a crown of glory it was a crown of shame :\ I would sit in the stylist chair put my head down, put my head phones in and not make eye contact until the whole ordeal was over. 

Second, I was tired of spending so much money and not getting the results I wanted. I figured if I was going to spend close to 200 dollars a month (not including the weave)  I need to have healthy fly hair. Instead I would have a great looking weave with no improvement to my hair. There was no way I could justify it. Especially with buying a house. All that money coming out of my pocket could have been spent on necessities such as lights, water, and gas, maybe even a new pair of shoes lol.  The picture below explains how I felt lol. I mean for real weave prices are ridiculous and the prices the stylist charge to do it matched the ridiculousness.

Third, I just wanted to really wear my natural. I hadn't worn my "real hair" since I sported a cute short cut my junior year in college. Other than that it had been braids and weaves. I didn't want to even bother with my hair in college or grad school. I tried to sport my natural once in college but my boyfriend (now my ex) hated it.The whole 2 months I was natural he would ask "when you gonna get a perm?" but everyone else around me LOVED it. My college coaches (all white men) would comment on my twa, marveling at how curly it was. So in making the decision I channeled the compliments of  "mainstream" America. I know it sounds crazy but look we all know "we" can be harsh on one another. So I just went back into my mental Rolodex and did what I had to do.

So as of now I'm natural and free. I'm learning that the true meaning of my beauty has nothing to do with how straight or how long my hair is. I'm happy being nappy and I plan on staying this way :o)

Being a teacher in Texas

Okay being a teacher in the state of Texas sucks. Really sucks!! We are trying to put a band aid over a GIGANTIC gash. We need to fix the fact that majority of out students can't read out do simple math. Hell problem solving is a joke. Instead of putting new titles and buzz words on things, we need to go back to the basics.

Ugh our kids are crazy because we are not offering a stable environment. Stop changing things and find something that works for real.

Farewell Digital Girl

I can honestly admit I used to be one of the original digital girls. I used my webcam before many knew they existed. It was fun in the beginning, meeting new people from different places and doing goofy things like watching a movie with someone at the same time or trying different food and talking about it.
You could be anyone you wanted to be at any given time. I loved making up different identities and living them out. Made my life fun and exciting.I guess it was a way to escape the reality I was living.
Then it got way too perverted. There was a time where ppl would only talk to you if you revealed some things. Now if this is for you fine but it was too much for me. So I gave it up.
Now I take the more conservative route. Most days I don't even get on my computer. A webcam? Forget about it! lol I barely use my camera on my phone.
So this is good bye to the former digital girl. For a time it was fun and exciting but now I love my real life.

Staying off my lap top

Going to see how long I can last without my laptop this month probably not long, going to need it for break lol