Michael Jackson

Just remembering.......

August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009

National HIV Testing Day

I found this out thanks to Writing Addict. She has a great blog full of great info and loads of inspiration. Check her out! http://www.ontheroadtoqueendom.com/2009/06/know-your-status.html



Know Your Status!

Half Way There!!

7 months down and 8 to go! I'm have now completed half of my course at Sherrill's University of Barbering and Cosmetology. If you haven't figured this out, I'll celebrate almost any accomplishment! I started last November and my how time flies. I remember enrolling and the administrator telling me that my graduation would be in January of 2010. Well when its November of 2008 that seems to be a heck of a long time.

I'm so excited! I will be having a dinner in July inviting family and friends to celebrate my milestone. YEAAA!! I better hop on the details to my "half-way" dinner. July will be here in 8 days! See what I mean about time flying. Sheesh.

Something different I tried with my hair. Mohawk inspired. Whatcha think?

It's been 6 months? Get outta here!

Yes, 6 little months. Where has the time gone. Some days I feel like "Hurry up little babies. Lock, lock, lock." Then other days I'm like, "Wow, 6 months and I made it? Who'd thunk it!"



Here are some pics. I already see that my locs are not gonna be perfect and at first that scared me. But now, I'm so ok with it. My locks are beautiful right now with there imperfections and all.


Are these buds? Can anyone tell from the picture? All I know my babies are doing something different and I'm excited!!

Aww...look at the siblings. One slim, one thick.

Bad hair Day continued....

This is just to finish my last post..





So who said it? The co-worker or the HR manager? Drum roll please.........








The HR manager! Gasp!





I know. I know.





Any who this was what my hair looked liked, before the news flash that I was having a bad hair day.

Ok. A little puffy. Definitely 2 distinct textures, BUT certainly not a bad hair day when I look back on it.

A Bad Hair Day?

I can not find my camera at this very moment to take a picture, but I have to blog about what I'm feeling right now. I thought my hair is pretty cute today. I'm 5 months into my hair being loc'd so it definitely doesn't like braids anymore, well at least up close they don't. So just in a general conversation with my co-worker and the HR manager I told them this question that was sent to me in an email by a friend that I thought was funny and interesting. The email read: "If you saw me in the back of a police car, what would you think I was arrested for?" I thought the email was funny and interesting because it gives you insight on what the people you have asked think about you or what they believe you are capable of doing. Well back to the co-worker and the HR manager--So I say to them, "You won't believe what crimes my friends came up with." And one of them said, "What, having a bad hair day." WHAT!! EXCUSE ME?

I laughed a little (I think laughter is a defense mechanism for me) thinking to myself, 'did this person just say that?'
How do they know I won't blow up in their face? How do they know I won't be offended? How do they know? Well who was it that said it? Surely not the co-worker while the HR manager was standing right there. This potentially could lead to me filling a complaint because the comment was aimed at my dreadlocked hair. Oh, no not the co-worker. You would think certainly not the HR manager. Again that comment was made about my dreadlocked hair. **Answer and pic tomorrow.**

You know what makes me even more upset. ME. When the comment was made, I immediately became defensive and self-conscious of my hair. I began to try to smooth it down in some way. I excused myself from their company and starting looking in every window and mirror I passed by to see what was bad about the way my hair looked. How could this be? I asked myself. How could I walk in this morning to work feeling pretty durn cute and in a matter of hours think there was something wrong with my hair? I let what people thought of me change my whole attitude of MYSELF. Oh, this is a wrong that must be made right, right now! I got to my car, and looked in my mirror once more. I said to myself, You betta shake this mess off! You said you looked good today and dag nabbit YOU DO! If others can't get wit that, then suga they are blind. This is YOUR hair at it's finest. Don't you EVAH let me catch you changing your attitude about how beautiful you are base on someone else's comment, opinion, question, or thought. You are a Queen and should be respected as such, but only after you believe that and command it. Chile, they betta watch out for you, because next time they poke at you they may draw back nubs.

~~Whew, I felt better. I felt empowered.

Soon after that, a vendor walked up to my desk and said "I absolutely love you hair"

Happy Birthday Sweetie

Friday was my sweetie's birthday. I decided to buy tickets to see a broadway show since he's never seen a play. We went to see The Color Purple. Oh man was it awesome! The singing, the dancing, the story was fantastic. My sweetie sat in his seat, seldomly taking his eyes off the show. He was like a kid at the movie theater for the first time. It was great! And where was my camera for this memorable event. Yep! In the car. I was so upset with myself. Any way, there be many other moments to celebrate be the Lord's will. I was just so happy to celebrate his birthday with him.