Irreconcilable Differences

So there comes a time in life when you realize...things just arent working out. You give and don't get anything in return. You continue to put your time and energy into something, and realize it is going no where. It fights back for no reason when you just want to love it.

Sadly...this is where I am right now. With my face! My freakin' face. I wish my face could like get an apartment on the other side of town and figure out if it wants to stay in this relationship with me or not instead of just acting out all the gotdamn time.

For like the past two weeks, it has just been insane. Maybe that is why I have not been blogging. My nights are spent researching remedies and right now, anything short of a face transfusion is not going to make me happy.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...I get the whole natural hair face break out war. You allow your hair to grow naturally with no chemicals. You put natural oils in your hair, your hair gets longer and as a big F' you, your face becomes jealous of the relationship you now have with your hair and reacts like a big freakin' teenager.

I just pray, pray, pray, it will recover and one of the 17 things I have tried in the past month will work. Because if I have to walk around with the scars of what this face did to me, only because I grew some freakin' rock star awesome hair, I just don't know if I can continue the relationship.

I'm not even going to go through with ya'll all the stuff I've tried. But if you have any suggestions on something to try, please comment. Comment now, you better. Don't go keeping no secrets when you see me crying our for help. Save my face!

I did get in with one of the best determatologist in DC, however, the appointment is 2 months out almost. And I fear, by that time, I will be straight paper bag status. UGH! I'm frustrated.

Wish me luck...that my mini-remedies will work until I get in with Dr. Magic Face. Pray for my face, that it learns to love me again.

Raspusha

So, in K's school, there is this little girl. Well, big little girl. Every time I come in and she sees me, she pushes past all the other kids to come and give me a very aggressive hug. I think to myself, "Dang girl", but instead give her a sweet mommy smile and rub her little big back.

Well on this day, she was looking especially cute. Typically ummmm...she's not (I'm sorry). She had on a dress and her hair was braided really nicely. So I told her, "You look really nice today, I love your dress", in which she replied in her REALLY raspy baby voice "I like YOUR dress, and you got on two belts"...wait for it, wait for it "AND my favorite ice cream in VANILLA". WTH, LMAO!

It took all my mom energy and tack to not roll on the floor and bust out laughing. What did that exchange even mean. Did she want some ice cream? Did she think she was supposed to get some because she gave me a compliment...and most importantly...did I have on two belts? LOL! This had me cracking up because kids are so freakin' honest and just kinda say what they want. I am somewhat of a blurter too, so I thought it was amazing cute and made me fall a little in love with Raspusha (this I'm sure is not her name, but you get the reference.

So, here is a really bad bathroom pix I took when I got to work, of my two belts.

I can see where she got that from, lol. But I love it love it love it. I wear my skirts up really high with a very wide belt now and tight tops because awesomely I have lost so much weight, my work clothes don't fit. I'm reserving my shopping spree to buy new work clothes for a new job. So, I get creative with options from my old suits.

I decided that day, if I had any meetings, I was going to open with "Hello, thank you for coming today...my favorite ice cream is Superman." But I didn't get the chance.

IHip

So, the other morning, K and I ditched our AM activity schedule when we heard the good news. IHop was giving away free pancakes, in exchange for a donation. And since I LOVES my charity, it was really the only right thing to do.

We made a detour on the way to her school and picked up a couple short stacks.

The excitement on her face was just a glimpse into how awesome she felt this morning turned out to be. I was really the hippest mom in the room. We sang Jewel songs (I sang, she mimicked me singing) as they came on the radio. We colored, and we just slowed down from the hustle and bustle of the morning and schedules.

It was great for her to know we can mix it up sometimes, and great for me to have some private time with my little Lady. Those are the moments that make memories.

Now, if only I wasn't so awesome she wouldn't have humiliated me when I finally dropped her off at school crying out, "Mommy noooooooooo, noooooo Mommy, I want to go back to my pancakes!!!!" A little thing we call balance she has not quite worked out. In many ways, Mommy hasn't either.

Nailing It: Charlie Sheen Style

So in honor of the Tiger that is Charlie Sheen, I am now rocking this...

I call it my White Tiger Mani. And I loves it!

Biker Chicks

The weather is finally betting warmer and I'm thinking me and mini me will be doing a lot of this...

Looking super cute in our fashion accessories? Or riding bikes?

I say both! I have been wanting a pink Schwinn old school for some time now, and since Santa purchased the little one's radio flyer, I'm definitely getting one. I plan to spend my spring and summer working on my fitness...the cute way. Bike riding!

When I first moved to DC, I had sold my car back so I wouldn't have a note, and only had a bike. I lived close to the metro so to work I would ride my bike, but to go like grocery shopping or even sometimes to the gym, I would ride my bike. During this time, I'm sure you can imagine...I was in the best freaking shape of my life. Mostly because I couldn't fit that many groceries in my book bag i wore during riding and because I was getting so much physical exercise with the walking/riding.

I'm going to try that again. Though I live in the boonies and can't ride my bike to the grocery store...or even if I could my grocery list is so extensive I can't carry all that crap in a back, so I will still be driving. But things I can do are park far away from the entrance. I can also get off the train a stop earlier and walk a longer distance to my office. Me and K can go bike riding after work and on the weekends. Or enjoy strolls, one of our favorite activities anyway.

I plan asap to get in and stay in the best shape of my life. And to get my pink Schwinn...just like this one; wish me luck!

Nailing It!

So as you can see from the picture below...

I freakin' rock at baby shower games, and my nails are awesome, lol.

This picture was taken about a week ago at my friends shower. I had just got my nails done in a dark navy blue and I had my ring finger bedazzled. This is something I started about a month ago and DH seems to like the fact I draw attention to my wedding ring. Men are something else and can even make a manicure about them...and they say we are self involved.

Anyhoo, I started doing my nails again with the whole 30 get my life together thing. I was only getting them painted because I had not had the best of luck with people actually doing "work" on my nails, but I found a salon a really like out here in the burbs. I've done lots of blues and even red (shocking) polish. I typically try to keep my nails very neutral and professional, but now, I'm BMF'n it.

Are nails of a different color (other than plain colors or like a red) unprofessional? I feel like I never want to go "too" far with my hair or nails or toes as to not seem like I'm a Lucresia, but I deal with a lot of people professionally who have hair color and colorful long nails and do their jobs really well and are professional. Wait...is that my own stigma I've placed on myself? Weird.

I think I am going to start slow...continue only with one finger bedazzled and the rest painted a wild color. Hopefully, my comfortability with it in the workplace will get better. Wow...this post was eye opening, lol.

Braided Mohawk

Lady K loves Willow Smith's, Whip Your Hair. I do too! Since that song came out she loves me to braid her hair with bead so she can do just that, whip her hair, lol. As soon as the beads are done....

 She starts whipping like crazy. All you hear is the swosh swosh of beads around the house.

This style actually lasted during Lady K's vacay with the grandparents in Detroit. I told my mom to take it out but it was still looking pretty good when she came home. They were in for about 4 weeks total, and I usually keep a style for about 2 weeks.

A lot of blogging mom hair braiders say the longer you keep it in the more growth you will see. I would have to agree because of course we know the least amount of minipulation is the best for black hair. When her hair is in braids for an extended amount of time, I just am sure to keep it moisturized (maybe every other day or every 3 days) with coconut oil. And wash maybe every week or every other week.

I have a post brewing about how black mothers who don't know how to braid need to learn, especially with the youtube sensations out there, but I won't waist the braided mohawk post on this.

To accomplish this style, I parted K's hair vertically down the middle and separated into 2 sections. I left one section bunned up, and then with the loose section, I made small horizontal sections and braided inwards towards the middle. I started in the back and went all the way up to the top. I repeated this for the second section. On the sides, I left one braid on each side to hand down, to just add a little variety to the style.

This was my first time doing this style and I just kinda made it up as I went along and its now one of my favorite