Hello all! First of all, I must say happy Friday to you! I’m glad you decided to stop by and check me out! Today I’ll be speaking on a very popular American past time now: reality television.

As I sat the night before last watching The X Factor with the family, I came to the realization that no longer is real talent appreciated or even out there. There’s an oversaturation of these reality music shows that promise fame and fortune all to be crushed by the real reality that there are so many more just like them competing each year for the same place. For that moment, their star shines brightly but not terribly long after it fades into an oblivion much like every one else….

Please Google Susan Boyle….

When I was growing up, we definitely had “reality” music discovery shows like Star Search or what have you. But that was pretty much it at the time. Now we have the joke of American Idol, The X Factor and The Voice. How in the world are we to decipher which ones are great and which ones are mediocre? How are we going to appreciate raw talent that comes up on their own without the help of “votes” from the public? Those contestants are rammed down our throat much like Ray J did Kim Kardashian years ago (sorry for the exaggeration, but that drives the point home right?) and we can’t help but become robots who “love” the next big thing.

I’ll do a separate blog about my distaste for the Kardashian crew since I’ve mentioned them…not haterade, just tired of their oversaturation of the universe. They’re utterly pointless really. Famous because their dad assisted on getting a murder dismissed and because the middle daughter opened her legs for the thousandth time, filmed it and “accidentally leaked” it….

Back to the topic at hand….we need to get back to REAL music. Real rappers, real singers and real bands.

September 11, 2001. A Day we will never forget…

The day of September 11, 2001 is a day we as a nation and we as a universe will never forget. We all remember if we were in fact old enough to understand the tragedy before us, where we were and what we were doing when the news spread that we were under terrorist attack. I was a senior at East Columbus High School, sitting in my Advanced Placement Chemistry class. A class that I had a severe love/hate relationship with. I thoroughly enjoyed the periodic table and learning about those elements, but hated the math parts of the class.

The class was taught by a very interesting New Yorker who curiously enough, was a previous professor at Cornell University. That said, you know the class was quite the challenge. Especially for such a lackluster school. At any rate, I do not remember clearly how we found out at that moment but the next thing I knew, she was frantic and turning the classroom television on so we could all see what happened to our great nation.

At that point, no longer were we a nation divided, but we were a nation pulled together by the potential losses on that day. We didn’t know yet how many losses there were to be on that faithful day. The next thing I remember is that the news broadcasters were then speaking of an incident at the Pentagon and in Pennsylvania. In total, there were almost 3,000 casualties from all walks of life because of Islamic extremist. Now, we should not categorize all people of the Islam or Muslim faith with these people who committed these heinous crimes. But we should never forget what happened on our American soil. This was a day I was supposed to mail my application to New York University…as soon as I got home, I sealed it and didn’t think twice.

The terrorist who carried out these acts of malice of course, thought we were a country that had been conquered by them. No, we are the United States of America.

I pledge allegiance, to the flag of the United States of America.
And to the Republic for which it stands,
One Nation, Under GOD, INDIVISIBLE, with liberty and justice for ALL.


Mixed girl hair feature: Agadir One ‘n Only Argan Oil Curl Cream

Okay, since this is in fact a “mixed lady” blog, I feel it is only necessary to write-up a review of a product I used recently on my mixed chick hair. Agadir One ‘n Only Argan Oil Curl Cream. In the past, I have always found it difficult to find a product that would keep my natural hair moisturized and controlled curly. Mousse doesn’t really work on my hair, as it leaves it dry and flaky after one day. I have used pure coconut oil before, but it leaves it over the top greasy…and I feel like cooking plantains afterwards.

This product insofar has been nothing short of amazing!


I used a hefty amount about the size of a quarter in my palm after detangling it from a good thorough washing. I rubbed the product between my palms and graciously spread it through out from ends to roots. (I have found like most people, my roots will naturally moisturize themselves over time) I was careful not to touch my hair until it was completely dry. (Mixed chicks, in case you were unaware, if you leave it alone until it is completely dry, you can fluff it out much more successfully without the excessive frizz) After it was dry (my hair is VERY THICK so it was a few hours respectively!) I ran my fingers through *lightly* only separating the parts that were too stuck together.

Voila! It wasn’t greasy on my hair but controlled it without the flakiness of mousse or hair gel. It was shiny and the curls were defined as if I wrapped each strand on a straw set. The smell of the Argan Oil product was clean and fresh, but not overpowering. It almost reminds me a bit of a man really…lol!


Keep in mind folks, all hair is different and surely you will have to try it to see! I highly recommend though!

You can buy it at Sally’s Beauty Supply right now for $7.99

Here I am. Again. This is me…

It is quite amazing the changes that can occur over the course of a year. Lives lost, love found, babies born, people grow apart…

Just like the seasons, life is a constant evolution from yesterday. I like to say that I live off of touch. The moment I can no longer feel, I am no longer alive. The human touch is one thing that can evoke such a large range of emotions. A soft caress across ones skin signifies love and compassion. While at the same token a harsh touch signifies anything from hatred to anger.

Just like our words, we should be careful of our touch…it can make or break someone.

In the past year, I’ve gained some wonderful people in my life with whom I hope to spend a very long time with. I have lost two very close relatives to the only thing we as human beings are ALL guaranteed: death.

I have lost a good friend not to physical death; but death of a friendship. A friendship lost and one I treasured so much. A friend who once praised my ability to speak on whatever might be floating around in my brain no matter what. I am not always completely blunt, but I try not to dress anything up too much.

Success. I want to achieve success one day. Don’t we all?

Some will argue that money doesn’t buy happiness; I am willing to bet the idiot who came up with such ridiculous prose never had to endure the silent pride killer called being broke. I am so much happier when I have a little extra cash in my pocket…Just waiting now on someone to pick up on my amazing writing skills and pay me for doing what I do for free.

Paging Oprah…;-)