My Hair Obsession

I absorb all things about hair. I love reading about new hair products and appliances. My most recent appliance purchase was a hair steamer. I am not all that jazzed about it. My hair just felt "bleh" after steaming. I like the way my hair feels after deep conditioning under a hair dryer much better. I thought conditioning with a steamer would up my hair bling quotient but that has not been then case. I will play around with it for awhile.

The products I like are Spectrum Unrefined Coconut Oil, Phytospecific Intense Nutrition Mask, Aveda Damage Remedy Shampoo and Conditioner, Aveda Dry Remedy Shampoo and Conditioner, Neutrogena Triple Moisture Silk Touch leave-in for dry styling during the week, Salerm-21 leave-in used pre roller setting/airdrying/blow drying, Biosilk Silk Therapy Gloss on top of the Salerm 21 and lottabody.

Things that make me laugh but shouldn't

1) When I go into Nordstrom's TBD Department, there is a girl who looks like this guy from MadTV. The guy, who is on the chunky side, was always dressed as a girl in one skit or another. Anyway, I laugh when I see her because she reminds me of him.


2) Crass things discussed on Chelsea Lately.

I'm doing good...those are the only two things that I laugh at that I shouldn't.

What I like

1) Football
2) That my friend gets to see her "friend" today
3) Meditation
4) Positive people
5) People who are in good relationships
6) Puppies, other people's puppies(new revelation for me)
7) New prospects
8) The thought of being in business, either for myself or otherwise
9) Scrabble
10) Backgammon
11) Skip-Bo
12) Parks
13) Lakes
14) Exercising
15) Sarcasm in moderation
16) Chelsea Lately...not just her but Chuy and the roundtable also. Especially the chunky gay guy.
17) Traveling
18) Typical birthday cake: white cake, white buttercream frosting.
19) Cold grapes
20) My home
21) Walking in the French Quarter, through the french market, down Magazine Street, in the Garden District...((sigh)) New Orleans.
22) The ducks that feed on the worms in front of Bally's.
23) The color peach


What do you like?

I Get It-I Don't Get It

Dirty heels? Unkempt heels? As in the back of your foot, the heel, being dirty or rough from driving or wearing flip-flops. Is this avoidable? I've experienced it and cleaned my foot right away. But, I've seen my fair share of "driver's heel" or, as my BFF calls it, " suicide heel." Are they avoidable?

I don't get it. Ladies, be conscious of your heels.

I Get It-I Don't Get It

Texting someone who doesn't accept your calls?

Because love can be crazy sometimes, I must admit- I get it.

My 5 year plan

I get why people ask "Where will you be in five years?" It's supposed to be some barometer of interest, I guess. Like,"I want to know know more about you, your plans, etc. 'cause I'm interested." For some reason, I can't ever seem to answer the question. At least not the way I'd like to. I'd like to have all these fabulous goals and plans to talk about in detail. I know the basics: get married, have a kid, move from my starter home to whatever the next level home is. Actually, screw it...my five year plan is to hit either or all of the following: Lotto, SuperLotto, Mega Millions, Keno, Dollar, Quarter or Nickel slot, Bingo, Scratcher, Big Spin, Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes, PowerBall.

Out of my own insecurities with this question, here is where I shoot the messenger. The only people who ask where do you see yourself in five years are those who still have a whole lot of crap to do. I had my B.A. by 23 and M.A. by 25. I had a real estate broker's license at the age of 33, a notary public "whatever" at 31. I've been a social worker, probation officer, substitute teacher, waitress, drug treatment counselor, real estate agent and broker, train dispatcher, failed business owner and unemployed. My five year plan, in addition to hitting the buffet of lottos, is to chill. Hell, I've had enough jobs to last three lifetimes.

Really, I'm just a one year out kinda girl most of the time. I think about going back to school, I think about career advancement, I think about taking pilates and yoga. But to think and plan for five years from now? Not sure how to do that. My rule of thumb is to step out on faith and trust that my path is unfolding step by step just as the good Lord intended...and plan for about a year in advance. Vacation...check; Possible new home...check. That's stuff that can happen in a year. Get married...fo sho. Kids...yeah, as long as my body cooperates. But again, that's stuff that can happen in a year as well, two tops. Heck, my cousin got married in January after dating his wife for a year and now she is several months pregnant with their child. And they are over 40. They can do it, I can too.

Rubbed the wrong way

I irritate dudes. Let me rephrase that...I irritate certain dudes. I learned that when I visited my hometown this weekend. Especially when the topics of money, accomplishments and expectations come up. Generally, I'm minding my own "self" business when I am asked about my ideas in those areas. Recently, I was asked, hypothetically mind you, what concert tickets I would purchase for myself and this person if we were dating. When I said that I wouldn't purchase tickets, the guy got perturbed. I had already sized him up: played out acid washed jeans, silky-ish shirt, Jeri-curl flat top... he was unemployed. After asking me about my career and getting answers, he played dodgeball when I asked about his. "I've HAD contracts with Sprint and a couple of other telecom companies," he said. Instead of sticking the dagger in and twisting it, I let it slide 'cause I knew what time it was... Garfield(my nickname for him since he had grocery sized bags under his eyes) asked if he could give me his number and I said, "sure." Then he asked if he could call me and I said, "Sure, right after I call you."

It happened again a couple of nights later, at a friend's BBQ. The "Ghetto Astrologer" strolled in, flashing his gold teeth and asking for my "sign." He got frustrated when I told him that a whole new astrology sign had been created just for me upon my birth. He guessed that I was a Leo....WRONG. Negrodamus went on to lament about how I would probably end up alone because I thought I was slick. Because I thought I was so slick, he said, if he were my man I'd have to give him back everything he ever gave me if we broke up, pointing at my clothing as he said this. Incredulous that he would want clothing back, as if it were real estate, a car or some other big ticket item...I laughed aloud. This infuriated him and he threatened that if I didn't, hypothetically of course, return what he "lent me", then I would find my self buried under a bush. After explaining the finer points of "giving" vs "lending" to my new friend, he decided that he would more than likely catch a case if he gave any further consideration to dating me and promptly left the BBQ.

I didn't take these encounters personally because these were guys that I would never, EVER date. So the way things turned out was super cool with me. With a BOSS, 99% of this conversation would not have happened, unless it was tongue in cheek. Even then, it would have been very minimal, for the sake of a chuckle or two. I like my journey, because day by day I see how refined, particular and crisp my destiny is becoming. I see it , but I experience it in bits too. We all know that its not the destination but the journey that ultimately gives us satisfaction.

I Get it- I Dont Get it

Gold teeth:
1) In the front of the mouth?
2) With designs on them...champagne glasses, initials, dollar signs, marijuana leaves?
3) In multiples?
4) At all?

Sorry, I dont get gold teeth under ANY circumstances.