Bzzzz…All Gone

I cut off my afro.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I know, I know. Patience is a virtue so I guess I’m not 100% virtuous. I was frustrated. I was torn between following my ghetto fabulous friend’s advice by getting a perm or chopping it all off back to my teeny weeny afro.

But getting a perm just sounds like a headache to me. My hair is not long enough to try different styles so I would have been up in the hair store dropping $30 on fake hair just to be cute. I’m not into that. I buzzed my hair down to about a quarter of an inch. So, it’s just like my pic on the right again- I feel so relieved! All the weight of the world dropped to the floor as my orange/brown afro slid down the black drape tied around my neck.

I like it better than that mess of an uneven afro I was trying to pass off as a style. No, I’m not staying natural because I’m a deep thinker or philosophical. Actually, I’m broke and I’m lazy.

And a teeny weeny afro requires a tape every two weeks, that’s it. Three of my brothers are barbers so you know I get the hookup if I feel like chasing them down for a cut. Plus, my head is not too big and my face is not too ugly so I can wear this style. Most people are afraid of the TWA because it brings too much attention to their faces. I just went out and picked up a bunch of new earrings (Oh, how I LOVE accessories!) to go along with my new cut.

Random Happenings

It’s finally time for the wedding

Mimi’s wedding is finally here. We have been waiting over four years for this. This is a pic of her and her man. Her wedding is next Saturday and I will be riding up to Gainesville with my boy Reggie and his friends. They are stopping through Gainesville just for a night before heading up to Jacksonville to see the FL/GA game. I wish I could go with them to J-ville, but Mimi’s wedding is an all-day event that I can not miss. They are gonna come back through Gainesville on Sunday to pick me up.

My only dilemma that I have yet to resolve: I don’t have a place to stay once I get there. I have no friends In Gainesville. Ok, I know some people. But no one that I actually talk on the phone with or even feel comfortable asking to spend the weekend. So…I’m wrecking my brain trying to remember if there is someone I am overlooking.



Ouch, my mouth!

I have a bad habit of grinding my teeth. I never thought of it as a habit but it is. The dentist told me so. I remember when I was just a little girl I would lie awake at night with my finger clamped between my teeth because I was so tired of them grinding together. I hate this. It gives me a headache.

My Sugarbears

My 2 year-old son is almost there. He’s been using the potty for a good 3 weeks now. He still has an accident every now and then and ofcourse he’s still sleeping in pull-ups but he’s gotten the hang of pulling down his underwear and stepping up the stool onto the potty. Some people say he’s late but I don’t rush him. With my older son, I didn’t potty train him at all. One morning, he woke up and took off his diaper. I looke at him and he said, “I want to wear underwear.” That was that. My 2 year old is a little different, but I try to let him be himself and not compare.

My 4 year old can write his alphabet and spell his name. He’s learning how to blend sounds together as a precursor to reading. He loves to write! Most days you can find him with a crayon practicing his letters and numbers. I love their private school! It’s a Christian Academy and they have already learned so many scriptures and Christian songs and they have a habit of praying over things. It was so encouraging when my son came home and said, “God loves you Mama.”

A friend’s advice

Spoke to my friend from Gainesville. He had me trippin out. I love talking to him because I’ve found that I don’t have many people around me who will hold me to a higher standard in Christ. He does. But I had to roll my eyes when he said, “I know you’re probably feeling like you’re in the wrong place, you know, with all the things that are going wrong…” ~sigh~ Basically, he’s saying that since I left Gainesville, things haven’t been going smoothly so it could be concluded that I am not where God wants me to be. ~double sigh~ But yeah, I know, he loves me and wants me to be where God wants me to be. So, I let him talk.

In a email conversation earlier this summer he asked me, “What if God requires you to come back to Gainesville?” I’m like, “For what?”

This man is crazy

Anna’s boyfriend, (excuse me, her friend), is a hater. Now, you know I met him the other day when I went to go visit her after the job fair. No big deal right? Well, you’re gonna fall out over this. Dude- LOL- He- LOL, wait, hold up. You won’t believe this one! ROFL! Dude, actually said that he thinks Anna is gonna leave him…. for ME!

What?!!!

She says he is going crazy over this and is getting on her nerves. Yeah, Anna and I are pretty friendly, hell, she’s my BESTFRIEND. We can talk about anything, no problem, girls do that. But for some reason he thinks we are too close. Too close? Whatever…I can already tell he’s on his way out the door.