Read this, not this

Day 8: A book I love and one I didn’t

One of my favorite books is Pearl Cleage’s What Looks Like Crazy on An Ordinary Day.

I have pondered for a few days and can’t come up with a book that I disliked enough to write about.


Ink’d Up

Day 7: What tattoos I have and do they have meaning

I am a lover of the arts. I love music, poetry, spoken word, drawings, paintings, fashion, and body art. Body art is one of my most favorite forms of self expression.

I got my first tattoo when I was 18 years old. It was a picture of Ms. Piggy in a red dress, and it read BIG SEXY. I remember it hurting really bad and being disappointed when I saw because one of her legs was awkward looking.

I got my second tattoo when I was about 20 or 21. A Chinese symbol that is supposed to mean beauty. Since I can’t read chinese, I have no clue what it really says. It’s a really small tattoo, but it hurt worse than any of my other ones. I learned that it hurt so bad because I was dealing with a tattoo artist who wasn’t experienced with skin of color and he was using too much pressure when applying the ink.

I may have been about 22 when I got my third tattoo. A version of the Capricorn zodiac sign. So far, it’s my favorite tattoo.

Sometime between my 30th and 32 birthday I had the Ms. Piggy tattoo covered with an abstract tribal tattoo. I was disappointed that it ended up looking more like a dragon than anything tribal.

About 2 years after the cover-up. I had it expanded and the artist made some freelancer touch ups to make the tattoo look more feminine and less dragonish.

I’m 37 now and have a tribal on my left upper arm, that is pretty massive, and two tattoos on my left shoulder blade that are no bigger than 2 squared inches. I would love to cover my entire left upper arm, but the older I get the less serious I get about making an appointment with my artist.

I have had experience with a variety of tattoo artist. My advance to anyone who is new to tattoos and tattooing is to do your research. People of color should seek out artists who have knowledge on working with skin of color. Tattoos are with you forever, it’s worth doing your research!

A Fascinating Person


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Day 6: A person who fascinates you and why.

I’m wise enough to know now that it is foolish to envy the life we perceive others to have. So I can’t name any tangible person that fascinates me. There are snipets from the lives of others that I wouldn’t mind experiencing from time to time.

The person I am fascinated by is the women I imaged myself being at this age. The women who had it all: a husband, family, career, mental health, physical health, and all the accolades that come with being a successful business women.
The mind has the ability to project our desires so realistically and sometimes life happens. We learn to roll with the punches amd,over time realize that we are much closer to being the person we fantasize about all along.

A Place I would l Live that I Have Not Visited


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London England. I have never been there, but I believe that living there could be quite tolerable. London has a mild climate, is fashion forward, culturally diverse and progressive.

On average there are very little extreme climate shifts in London. There may be rainy or foggy days, but the temperature toggles midrange to seasonal extremes. As a Texan, I can appreciate non-tripple digit summers.

The Royal Family still graces the streets of London. Their timeless gowns, jewels and crowns has forever infused London into the history of fashion. London celebrates Fashion Week twice a year, once in January and again in September. The Fashionista in me can visualize the variety of hues I’ll have in trench coats and rain boots!

The economy in London offers a variety of sectors that are on the rise. There are opportunities available for blue and white collar careers. My husband and I have marketable backgrounds. We are also willing to be risk takers and capitalize on the chance to have unorthodox life experiences.

The United States has become extremely racially divided. Almost to a point that it could very well be a daily topic in the homes of black families. I understand that there may be discrimination anywhere we are, but from what I have heard; the hatred isn’t onsight and for no apparent reason at all. I want my children to have life experiences based on their character and aspirations.

I had the privilege of living in Germany during grade school. The experience was life changing. There was so much history to see. Living in a place with so documented and tangible history offers endless opportunities for adventure.

Living in Germany at such a tender age made me aware of, and gave me the desire to want to be a world traveler. I would not mind the base of my destinations being London at all.

10 Interesting Facts About Myself


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1. I have an obsession with cake. My favorite flavor is vanilla. I also like lemon, strawberry and pound cakes. I prefer cupcakes over while cakes or slices.

2. I eat vanilla or vanilla bean ice cream with lemon juice.

3. I love sweet beverages: fruit juice, kool-aid, tea, slush drinks, and snow cones.

4. I wrote a book in 2004. It took me 366 days to write the book. It never had it published and now I cannot locate the manuscript.

5. When I was in the third grade my family lived next door to a castle in Germany.

6. I’m an excellent writer who needs to work on being confident in my gift.

7. I have worked for the same company for almost 16 years and still can’t retire until around 2035.

8. My husband and I met through an online dating service. We dated for 2 years and have been married for 8.

9. To this day, I can never remember how to spell character.

10.My brother and I are 7 years apart. My husband and his brother are 7 years apart. My daughters are 7 years apart.

First Kiss, First Love


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This is just my third entry for the writing challenge and I’m already uncomfortable. I made a promise to myself to make 30 entriesin the Month of April, so here goes.

Day 3: My first kiss, my first love

My first kiss happened when I was in the 4th or 5th grade after school on the playground. There was a scrawny boy in my class (whose name I cannot recall)with piercing blue eyes and brown hair. A mullet to be exact, he wore a long mullet 😬. I remember me and all the other girls having the biggest crush on him. However, I don’t remember how the situation was orchestrated. He was already on the swings by the time I got there. He stood up, kissed me, I blushed and then walked home with my friends beaming.

My first love. I met my first love during sophmore year of high school through a friend. We would see each other around town for a couple of months before he finally got the nerve to ask me out. We dated for almost 10 years.

Earliest Memory


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The second entry for the 30 Day Challenge of April will take me back down memory lane -this should be fun!

Day 2: My Earliest Memory

Circa 1985 in Lawton Oklahoma. My dad was in the Army so we lived on base. I remember how all my friends and I would ride our Hot Wheels until the plastic wore off the tires and how proud we were to show off our new ones.
It had to have been summer; I woke up to a bright sun shinny day, and a few of my aunts and cousins had driven in from out of town to visit.
I remember taking my cousins and a few friends to the backyard so we could play with the dog, a Spitz named Boomer. He wasn’t an aggressive dog but my dad had tied him to a tree, in the middle of the yard with a thin rope, since we had visitors and would be in the backyard frequently while they were there.
I ran out into the yard, leaving my cousins and friends near the backdoor, and called Boomer over with the intent of petting him. He was so excited that he began to run circles around me.
By the time I noticed the rope around my ankles Boomer was attempting to run bigger circles, which swept my feet from under me and he was dragging me around the yard with him.
I screamed his name over and over again. Seems like it took the grown-ups hours to come out and save me. When they got the rope off my ankles the skin had been burned off down to the white-meat.