yea ummm

i wrote that whole story i mentioned before to enter to essence's short fiction contest...

go back to read the rules today and the story has to be about an adult african american woman.

the girl in my story is 13!!!! funny how one word changes everything.

and the best part...tomorrow is the deadline.

so all those in favor of me sending the story with the 13 year old girl....say iiiiiiiiii

hell yea.i mean who isnt grown at 13..haha.

brink of happiness

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have you ever been on the brink of something like happiness and been afraid of it?
happiness is one of those things that we all want, but i fear that most are afraid of it, even myself.
right in the midst of all that’s going on i feel as if im happy, or soon to be. but on the flipside i fear claiming it, because the downside of happiness is sadness as we all know. so it seems better to just play the role, and not let ppl know that you are beaming on the inside. happiness is one those things that has an inverse affect on some ppl, they become jealous and what to know what gives you the right to be so happy…instead of maybe embracing the same ideas you have about life in order to become happy.
i got a phone call from the bestes about this very thing today…about the fear of happiness, and how we sometimes block it…and for a few weeks i have been on the brink of this happiness thing….
and at this point i guess i could tell you how this feeling came about…the plain ole cliché way…i found myself. it started with embracing myself earlier this year…and not being afraid of whatever is that i was, and what i was to become…i stopped labeling ppl and things and i let them be just as they are…no need to be disappointed or overly excited about too many things….then time just sort of kept going..and before long this new insight was embedded in my actions….
then the ah ha moment happen (yes, the O moment)…and as i said i found myself…AT the moment i stopped trying to find myself…funny how that happened. i got to the point where i enjoyed me more than anyone else could, or more than i enjoyed anybody else. we had a fling…we fell in love.
now i know exactly what i want from life, and what im gonna get..i know how much to give, how much not to give, and when to give it.
dare i say im happy? still, im not sure i can utter those words. if i give that voice to whats making me happy then it will no longer exist, that’s what is in the back of my head.


while i was writing this i got a phone call about some bad news…but after i heard the news i felt just the same about the day…but i didn’t let the person know that i was thinking this way..because its one of those things you aren’t sure they would understand.
so maybe i really am happy…and even a little bad news cant bring me down? sorry so long..i just thought you would want to know.

i think its my turn to make sure he is happy.
oh yes and happy birthday to my grandmother…she was such a beautiful soul, and i hope i carry her well.
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Casual Things

Do we all agree that in casual conversation we should say that the gas crisis (yes, crisis) in Georgia will last a few more weeks?


and....

Should we casually mention that Wachovia has to be bought out so that it wont enter the same fate WaMu has?


because...

all these things have happened in the past week, they have all been in the news and mentioned...but with no urgency. well the kind i think it deserves...... i mean what does it take for americans to stand up and demand something. i mean how big does the event have to be for people to be in an uproar?
just wondering have these things really become casual...thats all.

Sneak Peak

So i just finished getting my life together, well for the most part...

i created item names and descriptions for all my accessories so that my site can be built, and hopefully up and running by next week.

funny thing is i dont have an ounce of energy left in my body, i have no clue what im running off of right now.

i guess its the thought that i cant fail, i have to make something of myself, this life...the economy is crumbling and im just trying to stay above water...really thats all im trying to do.

but no soap box tonite/this morning...here are a few of the pictures i had to snap for the site..off to finish this life.

oh thats enough...just wait for the site.

in other news

my business cards came in today

gas took so much out of me today that i was almost in tears..but came home to my cards and that brightened the day a little...so 2:14 here we come...

ill give you the story on the name 2:14 when i get over the frustration of the day.

hope that'll be when i wake up.

toodles.

"Always Be My Baby"

I just had to tell this story because I felt like it…and because I remember it so distinctly.

When I was in the 4th grade at Betty Best Elementary (the best school ever, but a whole separate post)I had a best friend named Courtney, and my first serious crush on pause hold your breath…..Jason King. oohhhhhh

Well being the weird child I was, I didn’t really understand the point of liking guys, but somehow I liked Jason. He was mean as hell to me too, I mean extra mean. One morning when we were coming in school from the bus he was walked behind me with one of his friend’s…and the friend mentions to Jason that I look like Brandy (but mainly because I always had my hair braided), and Jason goes yeah her body does, but her face doesn’t…..talk about hurt feelings..ugh boys.

Courtney at young age was more developed than most…and especially me. So she was like the main crush for most of the dudes in our grade…and I was just more so the awkward sidekick…but I held it down. Haha.

Turns out that Courtney and Jason liked each other, and they eventually “go out”…although at that age you really go out nowhere at all…Jason and I lived in the same apartment building, and Courtney would come home with me after school since her mom was at work late. So I was subjected to seeing my best friend with my crush….but in my true fashion I remained a silent encouraging friend/crusher.

At this time Mariah Carey’s “Always Be My Baby” song was really popular…and also really popular with me because I played the song over and over again. Of course the best friend knew this since she was always at my house. (I promise im getting to the point of this story)….

So Valentine Day rolls around…(my bday on top of it)…and Courtney decides that the cute pink heart shaped papers we were making were going to go to Jason…and she was going to write the lyrics to “Always be My Baby” in the card. So at this point im extremely p-ed off…not only are you dating my crush, but you are gonna use my favorite song to serenade him. Not cool!

So we go to school the next day…and on our way home via the bus Courtney gives Jason the heart she made. And in true guy fashion he makes a joke out of it…I recall him even making a scene about it on the bus. Once we get off the bus they get into this huge fight…Jason even picks up this huge rock as if to throw at Courtney, so then she runs into my house and grabs and knife…and runs after Jason with it….im not sure it what order things stopped, but eventually the fight was over…and so were Jason and Courtney. Secretly I was happy, call what you want.

The school year ended with an almost confession that Jason actually did like me as well…but I moved down the street and went to a totally different school from everyone the next year, and never saw Jason again. But I guess for my childhood mind he will “Always Be My Baby”

Until this day I still search for him via Myspace and Facebook…I would just love to know what his life turned out to be. Maybe I should call Maury and tell him to find him for me…one those look at me now…I AM BLOGGER…haha.

Morning Accessories

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who would have thunk...accessories made by moi.

off to work.

the story begins

yeah thats what im gonna do build a story to be continued....


btw they are back, and even better than new...they are worn.

dont you just love ole' faithfuls.

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We’ve gone a little bit too far now
To turn around
So lets just pray that true love is what we found
Ill never forget tonite
That’s when you made me feel real
Feel real good.

-Betty Wright
“Tonight Is The Night”.
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When you are touching me
And my feelings start to show
That’s the time, I feel like making love to you.
That’s the time, I feel like making dreams come true.

-Roberta Flack
“Feel Like Making Love”

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Relax your mind
Lay back and groove with me
You got to feel the heat
And we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
I wanna rock with you, all night
Dance you into day sunlight

-Michael Jackson
"Rock With You"

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"Tonight is the night, I feel like making love, i wanna rock with you."
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my phone snaps

photos courtesy of the cellular device. attached to my cannon so i decided to let go a bit.



i went again. i have such an addictive personality, which is why i never try drugs..not that i want to try drugs or anything just saying.



made this for L$D...lolasmallsdarling<<If you want to find her>>. can you see them? not sure if its the desktop at work, or the picture.



made these too.

fall as arrived

in honor of the first day of fall
lets pay honor(ation??) to those things that make us fall…..

two meet

the intensity of the moment becomes more than the moment itself
the hesitation of the past flinches on the moment
and you clinch to your fears

the fears pass

you stumble in the light
in the dark
trying to find each other with your hearts down
but neither is sure what direction the path will lead
although the road has been traveled before
one has to find room for a travel mate

so instead you stop at the butterflies
the heart palpations
and settle for the day-dreams
when night falls you succumb to the urges
late night calls
so called moments of accidental dials
where even the moments of silence seem planned.

then,
the moment comes where the L word slips your tongue…
i like you
i really like you
so we plan things for a “we”
months in front of the moment “we” are in now

if….
your background check clears, or
even your forward thinking approach wins
and your mom doesn’t call you too many times a day
and we can sit in a room and just stare
at each other
at the wall
maybe even juggle a couple of balls
i could…
even luv you
Until i love you
And find ourselves questioning
if….
we are foolishly in love
or loves fool
or just fools in love
not sure if we are at odds with one another
or out for one another
the games we play begin to diminish into funny feelings

the masks come down

then,
the moment comes where neither matters
whatever this is or it is, “we” are here to stay
staying down because
they become the reason
the season
and still not crazy enough to say a lifetime

two has left
one has entered
dare I say soulmate?


that is to be examined at a later date.

Creativity Overlapping?

S0 (side bar: i have noticed that i cant hardly start a post without this word)..... 

i have been wanting to get my Carrie Bradshaw on for days now, and write all the crazy ideas/questions in my head. but for some reason i cant bring myself to....its like i can only do one creative(so called) thing at a time. Maybe a better word is project. I dont like to half a** things, so if im gonna do it, i need to do it right.

So(there it goes again).........

that brings me to my question...can creativity overlap? or does it have to be contained in just one format/project to be at it's best. since i have been devoting most of my  right brain to earring development seems i cant distinguish the difference between distinguish and disguise. i have put off writing my second book, and a host of other things. they are still in mind, i just cant allow myself to touch them. almost feels like im cheating or something..

is this making any sense to anyone? 

with all these none making sense...im gonna go to bed now. sounds like thats the only thing to do in my creativity dilemma.

im pretty sure the last post says something  about me going to bed as well. i just dont sleep these days.

peace ya'll 

Juice Drainage

Allll my mental brain(hmm same thing?) power is so gone at this moment, but some how im still pushing myself to go...i didnt even realize it was 1:30 am until i got on the computer.

I have the best intentions of entering the Essence's Short Story Fiction Contest. I finally got around to writing the story on Monday at work. Its entitled Misery Loves Company. The rules of the contest are pretty short and clear. No more than ten pages..and some odd number of words. The main character has to be a black female.

I did as required, and my main black female character is named Misery.

Oh yeah and the entry must be postmarked by the 30th.

The only thing left to do is proofread this sucker, which i must admit doesnt come naturally to me.

Im done rambling, this is probably a sign that i should go to sleep.

goodnight at this fine 1:45 am.

Not Just For Obama

Apologizes if you thought the earrings were only for Obama...they were actually for a customer my the name of mom

Everything other than Obama....

sneak a peak now!

Just In....

the picture isnt the clearest in the world, but the earrings say 2:14. which is the brand name for the earrings.

stay tuned.........

Not A Farewell, Just See You Later

SOoooooo.....

I have an actually website, that it seems no one goes to at www.pedagogyofmissfab.com. but im letting it go, and moving on. I had to pay for the site through web.com. there are so many limitations to using them.

and

Im letting go of my ebay store ALREADY.....it also cost monthly to have this store. and sh** no one is even buying anything.

but

i have bought the domain MISSBFAB.com. so ill keep you posted when i finish that site. the site will encompass both of these things in one, but on my terms. i do get really anxious about things, but im gonna try to pace myself and take my time creating the site.

so wish me luck. its not farewell, just see ya later

btw i hate having an odd number of post...so it will bother me most all day to night have an even number of post (not that the five people who are reading even know the difference.)

A Beautiful Mind

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“im not a playa, I just crush a lot”
-Big Pun feat. Joe

“I use to be a playa,
and all of this is new to me,
because I never been in love before”
-Talib Kweli

“Big: Hmm, you have never been in love before?
Carrie: (Puzzled face) have you been in love before?
Big: abso-f***ing-lutely (as he drives off)”
-Sex and The City, at the beginning of their love affair

“Im not a playa, I just forgot to care about love…but when night falls and the curtains are shut i dream a dream of love,
where there are colors vividly painting the perfect shade of love"
-Cris Monay
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My New Favorite Thing

umm yeah so this is a my new favorite thing....buffalo shrimp at Corner Taven in Little Five Points. i so went to eat their on accident, but "everything happens for a reason, right"

now im just gonna be making up mindless reason to go over to five points just for these darn shrimp.

Just In....

A Miss Fab Creation

SOMBREROS INSPIRED EARRINGS-MISS FAB CREATION

OBAMA 08' EARRINGS-GREEN W/GOLD ACCENTS. A MISS FAB CREATION

For those ebay-ers <<Click Here to Purchase>>.  For those non-ebay-ers you can shoot me an email if you wanna purchase a pair. Ill be adding these rest of the design within the next week, so look out for whats up next.

Remember......

EVeryone deserves to be FAB, even YOU!

**toodles, oodles, and noodles**

1st First Dates

As of lately Yahoo! main page has been flooded with all these dating tips...but they always seemed to be aimed towards women. From how to know if he is into you, to if he wants to marry you, I rarely ever see any geared to men, (in my mind they need some major help). It seems to me that woman feed into the role of how to catch a man, creating the dynamic of the cat and mouse game. I understand its been that way as long as time...but im not into the games or for that matter the tips.

I ran into this article<<Click Here To Read>>. The main point of the article, which i could have wrote in my sleep, was to give women advice on first dates. Such as deciding if there should be second date and what not. Seems to me if one has to do any thinking outside of "I like him"...you just arent that into him.

The real reason for the mentioning of this article is because i had a first date just last night. I wont share the details, since this is an open book for the world to see...but it got me thinking about first dates...and what makes them special and what makes them horrible. Even down to those awkward moments, and those silent moments where you just pause and look at each other because you have not a thing in the world to say to each other..Personally i just laugh at the moment, not sure if thats good or bad.

and dare i ask for comments??? Tell me your first date stories, anybody, everybody.

was i first date ready??

It's The Twin's Day

*me on the right
this is the first night we met (who could resist being this girl's friend), seems like just yesterday. no she a solid part of my world.



look at us now!


Happy Birthday Lola $malls Darling! what they know about being young and ambitious x 22.

Career Goal

i always wanted this job...the props man (woman). still trying to decide if im excited about this movie or not?

Photo Booth Fun

I have been taking full advantage of the new photo booth. Here's what i have produce.haha






i brought a friend on board.












how i spent my friday evening.

that's all for now.

im trying my best to get everything straight...but i did want to give a warning of what is to come. i have decided that Rag-o-Rama doesnt take enough of my clothes, so im gonna sell them myself.  i always go to the thrift store to find things just to sell to them, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesnt. so as the saying goes im gonna cut out the middle man..and become the man (not a man). and with that being said click the picture above and shop. ill be adding things on a regular (and all night), but ill let you know when multiple items have been added. i make a lot of knick knacks so ill be adding those as well.

Shop on

My slogan: "Everyone Deserves to be FAB, even YOU!"

My Day Thoughts...

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So its has been awhile since i went to sleep with the same thoughts i woke up with. and after i did some self-evaluation of my thoughts it reminded me of a scene in my favorite book "Their Eyes Were Watching God".  A friend of mine's always gets on me about relating situations in books to real life...but what can i say.

Scene goes a little something like this:

Janie the main character of the story has fallen for a younger guy ,Tea Cake, but she is trying her best to treat him otherwise.  In this particular scene they were having a very late night in which Teacake confesses his love(like) for Janie. At this point in the story they have only spent time together in the late evenings.

So Jaine says to him:

"Aw, Tea Cake, you just say dat tunhnight because de fish and corn bread tasted sort of good. Tomorrow yo' mind would change."

Tea Cake left that night..and the whole next day Janie didnt hear from him. She sat in her room trying to think all these negative things about him (you know how women are, sometimes). She had herself thinking he was probably taking up with another woman, and just basically showing his age.  So she thought so much that she fell asleep, but awoke to a knock. It was Tea Cake of course...and her comes the point of the story.

"Hello, Mis' Janie, Ah hope Ah woke you up."

"You sho did, Tea Cake. Come in and rest yo' hat. Whut you doin out so soon dis mornin'?"

"Thought Ah'd try tuh get heah soon enough tuh tell yuh mah daytime thoughts. Ah see yuh needs tuh know mah daytime feelings. Ah can't sense you intuh it at night."

Ladies and Gents thats where he had me (Tea Cake).  With that being stated, I dont ever take anything/anyone too serious if they dont invade my day time and night time thoughts. Lets just say someone is doing a very good job invading both.

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Pop...Goes the Weasel

I have never been so excited to open a box in all my life...its here its here...Yay!!!

i have to be lame for a few minutes...i think i was seriously depressed without a computer...and i will stop talking about it now.

yes i did take pictures of all of that. ha!

Tick Tick Tick.....

you know the rest....

im anxiously waiting for my computer to arrive(it should be here some time today)..i have some things in the works once it gets here. i have become a business woman with a real side hustle....and i cant wait to share. how do people live without their laptops. im really wondering???

Atonement

a·tone·ment /əˈtoʊnmənt/
–noun
1. satisfaction or reparation for a wrong or injury; amends.
2. (sometimes initial capital letter) Theology. the doctrine concerning the reconciliation of God and humankind, esp. as accomplished through the life, suffering, and death of Christ.
3. Christian Science. the experience of humankind's unity with God exemplified by Jesus Christ.
4. Archaic. reconciliation; agreement.


i watched the movie for the first time tonite, i think it may be my new favorite movie (well let me not get ahead of myself, among the favorites). i looked up the word atonement because i always like to make up what i think words mean based on how it feels to me.
i love the movie because of its silence. in the moments where things werent being said i could still feel the message of the movie. the silence was inspiring. i wonder if there could ever be a black film that was just beautiful all the way through. im sure there are movies people will think have already accomplished that, and there maybe some. but off the top of my head i cant think of one. i would say that Josephine Baker's Story had that appeal for me, but its been awhile since i watched the film.
the film was beautiful to say the least, not totally the story i expected.

Tour

i didnt want to write about my weekend since it looks as if i have posted a lot of words lately with the absence of my computer. so here goes.



i went to my high school football game on friday..i havent been there in four years! Since i left school they decided to remodel...and all of sudden they have this new building.




friends of the family were there for the opposing team MLK. but my high school won in the end. I would have to agree with MLK we did cheat. and i will have to say, MLK won for the most support and chants of any fans i have seen. they were ready to fight after the game was over.



then saturday i had a day full of plans



kirbs and i headed to peters st. to have a little lunch at 255.




i called myself taking a picture of us...but i kinda dig it.


it worked out better with someone else doing it, i guess





then we headed over to a bridal shower for a friend Sherry's cousin (mouth full)). and they had the cutest little cocktails.





i ended the night at 300 without a single picture of us bowling; thats because all the girls met up there and not a single one us put on those silly bowling shoes.


that concludes this tour. i hope it was(nt) too long, but provided enough details. the football game provided my weekend with the most unexpectant fun. i ran into a person that is to remain unmentioned...but deserved to be mentioned. because since that run in my mind has done all sorts of unmentionable things to this unmentionable person. and i will stop right here.

**toodles. oodles. and noodles.

*it was later mentioned to me that everywhere i went on saturday involved numbers. I began the day at 225 on peters st., the bridal shower at the twelve, and ended the night at 300 bowling alley...hmmm?