Music Raves: Azealia Banks, Lil Kim's Return of the Queen Tour, and Erykah Badu

Ok...Where do I began...Her fashion is horrible, her music is horrible, her hair is horrible, her sense of style is horrible, her attitude is horrible. Her album is titled...1991? I'm guessing that's the year this wannabe half-fish was born? Don't know..Don't care. I like to give everyone a chance by listening to their music and I did listen to her music. Its horrible...Next!

My Lady. Not only does she have a hot, girly, sexy, sassy tour bus and she rocks nothing but expensive designer, sexy clothes on stage. She is bringing the heat with a comeback tour that Nicki Minaj shaking in her synthetic green wig. Fans old and new are putting in requests for her to touch down in their city, and tickets are being sold out everywhere. Yall better stop sleeping on your Queen.

Erykah Badu collaborated with the group "The Flaming Lips" and released a controversial video that consisted of her being in the nude (sources are saying it is a body double) covered in gold glitter, blood, and um..lets just say bodily fluids. Fans, bloggers, and gossip columnists are in an uproar some even saying that Ms.Badu has lost her mind. In my opinion, Erykah has always been unique, creative, and goes over the top to get her point across. I watched the video and though I wasn't shocked I was a bit surprised by the blood and bodily fluids that were covering the naked body. I have always been a fan of Erykah Badu and I tell the truth. It was a little over the top.

Good Dreams: Is It My Meds?

As you'll know I have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder due to me being a survivor of child abuse. My PTSD consists of horrific nightmares, a bad phobia of the dark, flashbacks, and anxiety. The medicine that I am on, which is a little pill I take once a day early in the morning is what stabilizes it. Does it work? Yes. Like a charm. My flashbacks has decreased from three times a day to well, I haven't had one yet since I started taking my medication a month ago. I still can't sleep in the dark or be in dark places for a long time or I'll have an anxiety attack, but a night light helps me sleep at night. But what I really like is that my horrific nightmares have been replaced with good dreams. I am having dreams so good I don't even want to wake up. I try to force myself back to sleep so the dream could continue. One dream I was crying and praising God and I was so overwhelmed with happiness that I woke up with a gospel song in my head that I just thought of!!! Another dream I had was of a dark skinned man with dreads sitting on a chair singing in this angelic voice. The voice was so beautiful, the very next night I prayed for God to please give me the dream again. I believe my medication is whats helping me with getting rid of the horrific nightmares but I also believe  God is responsible for the wonderful dreams.
  I find myself thinking with a much clearer head and I can handle myself in much stressful situations. I pray a lot constantly throughout the day and night which builds my spiritual strength. Am I reliant on this medication? Not really. This medication helps me a lot along with the wonderful support system I have along with it. I no longer have insomnia and stay up half the night reading, looking at the ceiling, or browsing the web.  I feel much better in the morning and not so tired and irritable. I have my sleep back!! Praise GOD!!!

The Best To Ever Do It: My Sheroes

Danielle Steele. Still no one has beat her record for the many books she has had on NY Times Best Selling list at one time. The fact that she writes multiple books at one time makes her my shero. She is so beautiful, talented and oh so mysterious. Danielle is such an incredibly private person that she doesn't do book signings or interviews. Did I mention over half of her books were prime time movies??

Whitney Houston. Aka Nippy Aka "The Voice". This queen will forever reign in my heart as the true first lady of Pop. Everything she touched turned to gold and every project she has ever tried she mastered. Her songs "I look to you" and "I didn't know my own strength" got me through the recent tough times.

Sade. The true epitome of class, style and grace. Miss Adu has never been in tabloids, gossip blogs or had her name raked in mud. Her voice is like smooth, hot butter and her music gives me the flame I need to write.

Lil'Kim. This chick has got me through breakups, back stabbing friends, losses, and financial problems. She is the first chick to let me know to first handle my business then comes the miscellaneous stuff. Her lyrics taught me to hold my head up high no matter what the obstacles are.

Beverly Johnson. The first African American woman to grace the cover of "Vogue" magazine. Not to mention her own cosmetics line, wig line, weave line, and her daughter is a beautiful proud curvy model. Beverly showcases her wonderful personality on her new reality tv show which keeps it real on the trials and tribulations of mother/daughter relationships. She is also married to the very handsome, very talented David Bowie.

Michelle Obama. She's tall. She's beautiful. She's displays public affection towards her hubby and her children. She worksout. She eats healthy. She has arms that make's Angela Basset's look flabby. You guessed it. Our FLOTUS. Mrs.O is so bold and beautiful she admits to being a Beyonce stan.

Reasons To Say No: Stop Being A Welcome Mat

Yesterday, during my overpriced lunch of tuna fish, baked lays and a peanut butter chocolate chip vegan cookie I was reading the July issue of Cosmopolitan. Demi Lovato was on the cover looking radiant and although I think  Cosmopolitan does not put enough Sistas on the cover of their magazine, they do have some pretty good content. One of the guest columnist was a therapist who written an article on fifteen reasons for just saying the word "No" when someone asks you for a particular favor, a question, or invites you to an event that you normally wouldn't be caught dead in. I have never had a problem with saying the word "No".  There was a time when I used to put an expletive in front of the word "No", but I am no longer that bad girl. She is suppressed deep down inside me hopefully to never come out again.

 But I do know lots of people who have a problem with saying the word "No" and often find themselves in miserable situations, places where they are miserable, and around miserable people. But really makes me wince, is when people rack their brain to make up lies about why they can't do what someone asks of them. *Sigh* Why lie? Last time I checked you were an adult, these people were not your parents, don't pay your bills, don't even offer you a stick of gum, and barely calls you to see if your're alive unless they need you for something. So here are MY reasons for saying the word "No".

Babysitting. Ok, so a family member asked you to babysit one time, you had nothing else better to do but sit at home and fold your laundry. It wouldn't hurt to babysit your little cousin CeCe and play a game of "Candy Land" while her mother goes to Club Dream for Ladies' Night. But should it become a weekend ritual to the point where she is calling your phone TELLING you what time she's dropping little CeCe off on Friday and what time she will be picking her up on Sunday? I think not. If you're single with no children, then I know you definitely have plans you want to create or keep. Its time to put your foot down.

Outings With Co-workers. I have never been a fan of going out with my peers from my job. Especially with supervisors. When supervisors start talking all that mess about how they are so proud of the team and want to treat them out to a weekend outing, its a set up. If it is not on company lunch time, I would say "No." First of all I have heard and witnessed too many horror stories of Supervisors taking their employees to bars, happy hour, resorts, buying rounds of drinks until they get sloppy drink and start their confessionals, for them to be fired first thing Monday morning. Just Say No.

Facebook Invites. Some people just do not need to have your facebook. Especially people who love to gossip and take simple three word statuses and mold them into indirect insults that they assume are about them. Last time I checked, facebook was for old high school friends to reconnect not for matchmaking, Co-worker meet ups or to promote music. In other words if a Nosy Rosy or Gossip Goose or somebody who you just can't stand adds you on facebook, just say no. Or better yet click "Decline".

The Request For Your Phone Number. I see this happen too many times. I have even done it a few times just to get out of the situation. When a guy asks for my number, I would either give him the wrong one, lie and tell him I have a man, or just give it to him and just not answer the phone. Or the chick who talks my ear off who requests my phone number to talk my ear off some more. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings so I just give her the phone number and ignore her calls. Why waste the energy when you can just say no? First of all it is too time consuming to think of seven random digits to belt out to the guy. Second of all, it is too mind boggling to try to remember which phone number is the chick who is up to her elbows in drama and wants to dump it on you as if you're her therapist. Just say no.

Crashing On Your Couch. Not crashing on your couch for the night to sleep off the alcohol until morning. But the crashing on your couch until they find another apartment or a job rather. Been there. Done that. And I will never ever in my life do it again. First of all, everybody and their parents have crashed not just on my couch, but in my second bedroom of my bachelorette pad I had on the Peninsula. People were messy, late on their half of the rent, and when the shoe was on the other foot ask me if they lent me at least a chair to crash on? Yeah. Take my advice and say no.

These are just a few reasons to just say no, without giving reasons as to why you said no. You are your own woman. Let's hear you roar!!!!

Zombies: Apocalypse or Hallucagenic drugs

In Miami a random guy just attacks an homeless man and eats his face, in Texas a mother eats part of her baby's brain and chews off three of his toes and in Maryland a student kills his housemate and eats several of his organs while storing the rest in the basement. Then in New Jersey, a man stabs himself fifty times, tear his own intestines out and throws them at police. The policemen pepper sprays him but he doesn't even flinch. It is then documented that the man displayed zombie like behavior. After these three stories hit the media, zombie apocalypse theories started to go viral on the web. People even started buying zombie proof condos. Seriously. Zombie proof condos have actually sold out. People are posting instructional videos on youtube on the fastest way to kill zombies and how to hideout and what to store just in case of the apocalypse.

  I understand people are scared because everywhere there are news reports of people eating other people in too close of a time frame. Just like in early January and February in one week several children were killed by their parents in Hampton Roads. However, though child deaths are very serious, reports of cannibalism in all across America is straight up bizarre.

  Many specialist are saying that bath salts maybe what is behind the behavior. The synthetic ingredients that are in the products are destroying motor parts of the brain that are causing hallucination and violence. However, I don't believe that is true. Back in early 2010 many people were getting high off of bath salts everywhere and were winding up in the ICU or the morgue not attacking and eating the raw flesh off of the first person they lay eyes on. I pretty much think that there is a rise in evil in this world. The government gave a statement saying that there is no zombie attack or any apocalypse happening of any kind. How do they know that there is no apocalypse going on, is my first question. We all know that the government knows what exactly is going on. It is not a race thing either, so the black militants like the panthers can't say that there is an experiment that the government is putting on blacks because the Texas mother who ate her baby was Hispanic. I think there is a drug out amongst other things we don't know about that is causing this behavior. I am also praying deeply for the man who was attacked in Miami because from what the surveillance video showed, he was the wrong place at the wrong place at the wrong time. I am also very appalled with whomever it was that took a picture of his face and leaked it out to the media. That was very tacky, disgusting, disturbing and disrespectful. It was probably a nursing intern that had too much time on their hands. Oh and by the way the zombies who are doing the attacks do not look like this:

They look like this:

Noteworthy Novels

Although Zane is known as the queen of erotic, kinky fiction she steps into a whole new horizon with this particular novel. Two people at two different crossroads in their lives connect after a tragic encounter. Every woman fantasizes of randomly meeting a guy while out and about and falling in love. But the catch 22 is you have to NOT be looking for it. I give it five stars. It was different, passionate and intense. I loved the fact that the sexual scenarios was not her usual pornographic forte.

This particular novel touched basis on what is happening in churches in every city. Money hungry women who long for the benefits that come with men of the cloth. I think every woman who desire to be first lady  for the wrong reasons should definitely sit down, curl up under her afghan and thoroughly read this novel.

What Kind of Blogger Am I? To Embrace My Personality.

There is the fashion blogger, the gossip blogger, the food blogger, the travel blogger, the style blogger. The celebrity blogger, even maternity blogger. But what kind of blogger am I? I found myself thinking this the other day as I was flipping through a Glamour mag and there were several guest columnists from fashion bloggers. What would I have to offer a beauty or fashion magazine if I was to appear as a guest writer? What would I say if someone was to ask me "So what kind of blogger are you"? I honestly don't know what to say at all because I don't blog on one particular topic or category. I blog about whatever comes to my mind. So I am still racking my brain as to what kind of blogger I should describe myself to be.

 Speaking of describing self, until recently I found myself trying to change certainly pieces of my personality and feeling frustrated when I caught myself acting the same way. I found myself waking up in the middle of the night praying and crying out to God because I just wanted to change the real me into something that wasn't me. I found myself feeling inwardly ashamed of the fact that I have post-traumatic stress disorder, and that I have to take medication to stabilize it. After praying, the next morning when I woke up I felt refreshed, and free. On my heart I felt the imprints of not caring about who couldn't accept my natural personality. The fact that I am funny, I love to laugh, I don't take life too seriously because I know we only live once. My feisty personality, my love of helping people, if something is bothering me or someone else I speak out about it. I no longer felt ashamed of my PTSD and I no longer feel that I am psychotic because I take medication. I feel great just being me.