9 Month Check In

So my fro is almost 10 months and this is a pix from 9.5 months! She looks amazing I know.

I blew it out the other night and wore it to work like this. I was a little nervous like I said in a previous post. But I rocked it well. At night to preserve it and to make sure it didn't shrink up on my, I did this...

Picture yo face!

I love pictures I really do. Before I got married I was the picture lady. Lots of pictures of me and my friends all over the place. That was also pre-digital camera and I had to go get pictures developed to see them. So bam, you already had the pictures. Now, with digital camera you see the pictures, you send them digitally, you post them on facebook…but where are they in the house? I own know!

Bad Mommy Blogs

Look at her...super cute right.

Sure.

Yes, i LOVE my daughter. Totally. Freakin'. Love. Her. I think she's prettier than, smarter than, awesomer than your kid, hands down. However, me...that's the person in question.

Where am I?

So, I've been gone for a minute I know. I miss you. I really do. I love writing down my crazy thoughts and have been bottling up so much. I plan to post like 5000 blog post (but probably won't do more than 4). I started a new career, am courting a new business venture, lost more weight, am going through a mini depression, and a myriad of other things which I hope to get to soon.

 

Anyhoo...this is what I've been listening to hard core for like the past...2-3 weeks.

 

And this music is playing in my head on a 24 hour music. Some people call it trance, rave, hip hop, R&B...I call it...AWESOME.

 

The freaking weekend! Who is the weeknd. I don't know. Don't really care to know. The mystery of it all semi turns me on. His music is me. It makes me feel. He seems like he has some ish with him and I relate to that. I feel like I'm on his PR team because I tell everyone I meet about him, but down load asap the-weeknd.com. Best move in your life. All the songs are my favorite. But Coming Down is a symphony to my ears. The passion, the pain, the carelessness, sensuality...I get it all.  Ride with me!

My weight loss files

I've lost almost 50 lbs! And yes I'm thrilled. I still wear this skirt, but I wear it like this (belted and with a sweater) because I love the pattern and I can't afford to replace every single piece of clothing in my closet because of my weight lost.

I've went down from a size 18 suit to a size 12 (Calvin Klein i wore for my first day of work). Yeah I was geeked and yeah it was quite snug, but it buttoned. I hope by the end of July its hanging off like the other skirt.

My problem and what makes me melancholy is my post baby belly. Pre baby...I had boobs but no belly. Now...belly. And as K likes to call them "scratch marks" instead of stretch marks. She told me yesterday that I needed band-aids for all my "scratch marks". That cut me deep (no pun intended).

I joined a gym, I work out (typically...although I haven't been in like a week, but don't judge me). And still no movement on my belly. I even think its lopsided. At what point to do I say f' it. I'm a mom and I have a belly and be happy with my weight loss success or am I just doing the wrong thing to try to loose it?  In another world with a richer husband and a better job, I'd have a personal trainer who could tell me exactly what to do to transfer that fullness from my belly to my booty, but for right now...I'm at a loss.

I do sit ups, crunches, weights with the belly, etc. of course I don't go super hard, but hard enuff where I think I should have some shrinkage. Maybe I need to start measuring it. Maybe it is gettingsmaller and I don't feel it is, like I feel like my hair isn't growing until I look at previous blog post.

I don't know. I want immediate results...although as I'm typing this I've just crushed a whole bag of chex mix and I was only supposed to eat 1/3 of it...boo me.

I must be about to start my cycle because I'm a hot hungry mess.

Yahhhh...me. Keep up the good work (note sarcasm).

Shingling 101

So about 1-2 per day, literally no b.s. I get asked about my hair. How do I get it to curl like it does, what product I use, etc. Well folks, I am a wash, manipulate and go girl. You go girl (had to do it). I shingle my hair. I won't attempt to do it on video because I'm not loving how I look in videos, please please refer to this diva here.

 You basically take small sections of your hair and apply a dollop of gel with your fingers. Finger comb it through assuring to smooth it from root to tip and get the hair smooth. You then let go. And whatever happens happens. Whatever your natural curl pattern is comes out best this way. As we know, no two curlies are the same. I shingle my daughters hair and its cute for about 5 hours and then it goes Undercover Brother and starts shrinking. Mine, last for about 4 days. Of course as the days go one its gets big and not as defined. And that's cool. By day 4 its a curly fro and that's cool, cuz they still show me love for it.

Below are pix of K's hair shingled and mine. Two totally different looks because of length and texture.

To preserve it I put on a satin cap at night, in the AM its a mushed mess. I get in the shower and let the steam only poof it out. I put a little Kinky Curly knot today leave in on it to soften it up and coconut oil to shine. I just play with it until it poofs back out again (about 5 min) and then whalah!

Marshians...

I am not a human...shouts to all my moon men.

This is one of my favorite lines from rapper (I'm whispering...Lil Wayne). I know, I know. I'm all corporate and grown, however, nothing gets me going more on the treadmill than some good randomness from Lil Wayne and a nice cool down from Marsha. Marsha, who has so eloquently named her fans...Marshians. I heart her.

I found out recently she got engaged. Bad move. Not only because I have mixed views on marriage (sorry DH) but because every, every, every awesome neosoul chick who blows gets married and the first album during the court/newlywed is great and then....booooooo. Something bad happens. Marriage ruins their drive, their fire. They get happy, or sad, or complacent and the very next album, if their is a next album is not so good.

Exhibit A - Lauryn Hill

At the top of her game she marries baby daddy Marley and subsequently goes crazy. The Miseducation continues..

Exhibit B - Jill Scott

Lyzel in E Flat. Could it get mo better. 6 months later...splitsville. She got bigger. And I haven't bought an album since. Except when she got with the new guy who made her make Crown Royal, but I only bought that single.

Exhibit C - Whitney Houston

Baahhhhbeeee!  She went from Greatest love of all to Hell to the nawl. See what love does

I could go on, but I'm not. Marriage in a nutshell does something to you. Maybe these women got happier and couldn't focus on the music so much for focusing on their partners. Or maybe their partners made them crazy. I don't know. Anyhoo...I'm pulling for you Marsha. Please don't become like a for real real Marshian. Don't let this man take everything from you. Or please write and record a bunch of ish prior to the wedding and release it each year like Tupac.