The day of the interview I was on POINT! I wore a beautiful salmon colored blouse, loose leg navy pants with nude shoes, appropriate gold jewelry that was understated yet noticeable. Sitting next to the other interviewee in the lobby, I clearly claimed role of “Boss”, Continue reading I’m no Business Casual…
I love watching American Ninja Warrior competitions. Those who know me well will say it’s because one of the co-hosts fits my affinity toward bald black men. Yes, Akbar Gbaja-Biamila (former pro-football player) is completely dreamy and is an added bonus for watching. But mostly I love to watch because I admire the determination of the competitors. Anyone who can persevere through tough training for an end goal that may not come to fruition, inspires me. I love the tenacity, the grit, the I can do it attitude, the test of a human spirit. Continue reading Nurses…Like Ninjas On The Warped Wall
It’s high time we stop this nonsense of you trying to cook. You…are a baker, not a cook, there’s a difference! I realize you’re trying to do the right thing. In the roles that have evolved over time in the house, it makes the most sense that you are in charge of meals. But your family is not expecting fancy. No one is expecting an elaborate entree every night. This is not a restaurant! Continue reading Dear Lady, stop cooking…
In my family, I am known as the Dessert Queen. I’ve never been the mom to have homemade cookies waiting warm for the “kiddies” once they came off the bus. Screw that! If I wasn’t working a 13 hour shift I was taking a nap to recover from one. Continue reading Cookie Dough is my Kryptonite!
An object with the definition of cast-iron or cast-steel weight should potentially be illegal as a workout tool. Or maybe it should require a license for use. In order to obtain one you have to prove yourself tolerant of the hurt it inflicts. Are you worthy? Can you withstand the beating? I was introduced to the kettlebell a couple years ago by a trainer I sincerely admire and aspire to be like. A strong female persona defying all the odds of aging and putting Continue reading Curse of The Kettlebell
So, my oldest is now in college but has been involved with photography classes since high school. Often times she needs models to help with certain projects. As her mom I am always at the ready! When she was still under our roof I was the savior for last minute donuts, rides for friends, and any assistance needed for school projects…aka #1-photo-assistant. Mainly I would hold light boxes. I took my lighting job seriously, making sure the subjects for shots were lit to perfection. My lighting was ON POINT! I’d get on step stools in precarious positions all to get the right angle. My hands would cramp with the grip it required to hold those light boxes at a certain angle. I found angles that aren’t even known as angles. Angles, angles, angles! Angles that only a #1 photo assistant (aka Mom) could master. All for the cause! But, all the while offering myself as a willing “subject matter” too. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride…
Continue reading In The Eyes of Your Child You’re No Supermodel
A word that’s come into renewed fame with today’s generation is streak (not the running-naked-through-the-streets kind). By definition, it’s “a continuous period of specified success or luck”. Often I hear teens exclaiming: me and so-and-so are on a daily snap-streak Continue reading Where can I join the CUPCAKE streak?
Physically and mentally, you’d never know I ran the Marine Corp Marathon 2 weeks ago. The level of fitness that took months to develop has all but disappeared in the past two weeks. It’s almost like a period of mourning when it’s all over. You commit so completely to the process of training to be ready for the big day, you don’t even realize how EVERYTHING else takes a backseat. Even my husband slept on the couch for at least two months leading up to the race so he didn’t keep me up with his snoring. I ain’t gonna lie…I like the bed to myself! No shame in my game, sleep is my number one priority as I get older. I digress…😊 Continue reading Funeral of a Marathoner