god is great, god is good. let's us pray before our food for thought

please read the following to help my family, to help my little cousin:

God,
Jaylyn is sick.
Let her know your healing touch.
Hold her in the palm of your hand.
Help her family and the doctors make the best decisions they can about her care.
Amen.

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what a day. i cannot waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait to sleep in tomorrow!!

ooh. i just saw my favorite commercial right now. the one where the girl stands up to do a toast at a wedding reception and goes, "i just want to say *sniff, sniff* that i got the most amazing deal on this dress at tj maxx . . . (leaning over like she's just too weak) i just feel like the luckiest girl in the world." dang. i was born to be an actress. but i got so much going on right now that i might have to let that calling be. :)

who has seen sugarfoot?

i was up watching three 6 mafia's adventures in hollyhood yesterday and seriously couldn't even sit down to watch it. i literally stood up in front of the tv and could not move; it's like commercials didn't even happen. sugarfoot. she is one of the dude's (big triece) now-fiance. she made a freakin' aphrodisiac out of ranch dressing and sugar. i'm not kidding. you have to see it. there was no whipped cream [specifically in an aerosol can] available in the house so she made her own. this show is hilarious. now i'm dyin' to see a marathon. my other favorite part is when she lets out this burp that was so loud it blew my hair back and triece goes, *in pure awe* damn, i love you! classic. these two have got to be my favorite couple right now!! they ooze love. that good ole country love . . . with ranch.

i was telling g.ma about them today. she told me (and by the way, i'm never gonna live this product list down) that for now on she'll be calling me brownsugarfoot. haha, i like it. i am sooooooo brownsugarfoot . . . with saltines.

saltines & fried chicken. that's my meal!!

no i didn't walk today, and

if i didn't have a blister the size of a mini cooper on my toe, i'd be straight. i couldn't go walking but it didn't keep me from being productive. i danced around my living room for like an hour and a half. . . and i plan to do some pilates ball exercises (probably for about ten seconds). plus i scrapbooked. that's gotta count for something.

so i found this book today (actually my boss told me about it a while ago) called add-friendly ways to organize your life. my days are full of to-do's. matter-of-fact i have a whole book dedicated to it; that's what i use my dayplanner for. an agenda log. like today's says

verify bank deposits

call dad about pics

b&n book on hold

mailbox

gonna-miss-you lunch (my treat)

closet hangers

figure out accounts

do pilates if raining

fashionjunkee dot com

scrapbook girl meets boy

cool new pen

everyone says that i'm the most organized person that they know. not true. i'm only organized because i'm too lazy to look for stuff. organized chaos. plus i learned in learning strategies (actual college course for kids with learning disabilities -- met all my best friends [except crazy brina] in that class; that class was our sorority, man) that to function with add you just have to label everything (which i do) and create a place for everything (i try). it helps. it really helps.

now i'm thinking . . . how great would it be for y'all to know crazy brina. she's so funny without even trying to be funny. stuff like - being a college freshman with a poster of ben chavis over her bed because she [still to this day because i heard her say it a week ago] thinks he's "so super sexy". he's not an ugly guy - he's just sugar daddy age; that's all i'm sayin'.

actually, the book is on hold and i need to go pick it up within the next two hours (it's 9 o'clock!!). i want to thank you for reading the blog. and stoooooooooooooooooop thinking that i'm walking around all greasy. i don't put all the products all over me, silly. and yes, i now realize that it's a lot of stuff. but using a teeny of each thing really isn't bad. just google it all and order the samples and see. (disclaimer: mercy the butterfly chaser is not responsible for any spam that may be associated with signing up for free stuff online)

okay. gotta go see my book. just wanted to blog to make sure that i did write a little something today. peace.

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no more excuses, ok? none

i successfully walked for the third day in a row. i could have easily quit but i didn't. it felt good too because i made a conscious decision to do it. i had a baby shower to go to after work today and i knew that we'd be heading out around the time that i like to walk (or a little later) but i told myself that if it's not dark, i can make time to do it or i'm gonna have to do something else.

my philosophy is that if i can do it one day then i can do it two. if i can do it two, then do four. if four days are doable, make it a week. two weeks can easily turn to a month. . . . you know where i'm going with this. keep it up. no excuses. one monkey don't stop no show either (that's gotta be one of my mother's favorites lines).

in church this past sunday, i read something that struck me as funny and true and relevant to some conversations that i've been having lately and very motivational (all at the same time):

ADAM AND EVE DID EVERYTHING THEY COULD TO AVOID TAKING RESPONSIBILITY FOR THEIR SIN. ADAM BLAMED HIS WIFE, EVE BLAMED THE SERPENT. ONE OF THE DIRGES OF MANKIND IS THAT WE REFUSE TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR OUR PROBLEMS: OUR PARENTS DID NOT RAISE US WELL; OUR FRIENDS LET US DOWN; OUR PASTOR WAS NOT A GOOD ENOUGH PREACHER; OUR CHILDREN ARE REBELLIOUS; OUR SPOUSE IS NOT UNDERSTANDING; THERE IS NOT ENOUGH TIME IN THE DAY. THE EXCUSES ARE PLENTIFUL. FORGIVENESS AND RESTORATION CANNOT HAPPEN UNTIL WE ACCEPT FULL RESPONSIBILITY FOR OUR ACTIONS.

get skinspired

i've been getting quite a few emails about the posh beauty regimen that i treat myself to every day. yup, every single day (sometimes twice, like tonight). i'll share the glamour. gotta give to receive, right? for starters. i'll let you know who my skinspirations are:

the beautiful ethiopian stunner liya kebede, the ever-glowing kate hudson & obviously the world famous $1200-per-bottle-moisturizer connoisseur j.lo.

project pure radiance in full effect. number one rule of thumb/weakness/impulse purchase: buy anything containing the word glow. mmm, glow; now that's the four-letter word that i live to hear. (haha)

it was so funny at church today. i got up and told a story about my family and the cancer and the way god is speaking to me and inspiring me to do so much positivity. i was like, "when people ask me these days about my glow i don't have to respond with the brand of moisturizer that i'm using, it's god. i'm just so happy and enlightened right now that he's making me shine." i got a standing ovation for that too. it's the truth though. it really is. god is love. god is glow.

so brina and i went walking today for an hour. i was thinking of a brisk jog/walk combo but my body let me know that a powerwalk was more up my alley. cool. i'm so sore right now. i think that my fingers are actually the only things tonight that are alright (otherwise this blog would so have to wait). even my brain is sore. hopefully i'll be getting some results soon to keep me going because i know that it's a great thing.

woohoo, focus. beauty regimen. emails. inquirers. okay, okay, gotcha. i'm back on point. and this is totally for the ladies and the metrosexuals that totally feel me on this. everybody can't handle it. so . . . for those who can't, i'm sure that i'll be writing another funny short story soon. peace. love ya, babe.

ok so the morning shower (or early afternoon if it's the weekend) is my absolute favorite place to be. and i really love my closet so that statement really means a lot. it's that important. know that the list changes when i'm aiight about something and not totally in love. plus everyone should customize the following for what works for them. that's the benefit of having your signature scent. be your own genre.

my current (but alternating) daily glam squad consists of:

neutrogena deep clean face wash

neutrogena rainbath (aquamarine, delish!)

aveda soothing aqua therapy

skintimate skintherapy moisturizing shave gel -or-

keihl's simply mahvelous legs shave cream & the aftershave (if i'm buying close to payday)

my pet, quattro (love that razor)

dove cream oil body wash (pouf daddy, the biggest yum!!)

neutrogena sesame body oil

johnson's original baby powder

jergens original scent lotion (the almond & cherry one, loves it)

beauticontrol brown sugar lotion (either that or michael kors)

palmer's coconut oil

vaseline (mixed with nivea creme)

kiehl's cucumber herbal alcohol free toner

pond's dry skin cream (this one is subject to change . . . i'm always hunting for a fab moisturizer)

not bad. just go with neutrogena, keihl's or anything that has glow on the bottle and we should be good.

starbucks, brunch & the know on making it last

what an interesting weekend i've had so far (it's sunday a little after midnight). hmm, let's see. girls night in. phone conversation where i got called a ho (indirectly). middle-of-the-night rearranging of the apartment. early morning rise for more cleaning. impromtu dance session. brunch. sunshine. starbucks pit stop. wedding. daydreaming. dancing and having fun with the work crew. research. daydream a little more. back home. read emails. blogging here & now - can't wait to see what happens tomorrow.

i randomly asked two couples tonight about the secret to a successful relationship. the husband of couple number one said (with a smile from ear to ear) that it wouldn't be appropriate to tell me at the table. whatever. and the wife of couple number two instantly responded, communication. [as soon as she said it] all four continually nodded their heads yes.

got it. but how do i communicate with someone that doesn't give me a chance to respond? i should have asked what's number two . . . got to be patience, right?

cancer is the new cold

i just discovered that when you say that someone dear to you has cancer,

the person that you're talking with knows someone too (or three)

IF I HAD HAIR LIKE THIS . . . THE WORLD REALLY COULDN'T HOLD ME. SERIOUSLY. HERE WE GO AGAIN - MY FRIENDS AND THEIR BEAUTIFUL KIDS. I DON'T THINK THEY REALIZE WHAT HIGH EXPECTATIONS ARISE FOR WHEN I HAVE MY OWN. OH, THE PRESSURE!! THIS MUST BE HOW J.LO FEELS SINCE SHE'S ALWAYS HANGING AROUND THAT ÜBERCUTE SURI.


IT HAPPENED DAYS AGO AND I WASN'T SURE. DIDN'T WANT TO OVERTHINK THINGS. I'VE NOW HAD TIME TO REALLY EVALUATE THE SITUATION WITHOUT JINXING ANTHING OR JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS . . . (CAN'T YOU HEAR THE DRUM GOING DUN-DUN-DAAAAH) I'M IN LOVE AGAIN. DOVE CREAM OIL BODY WASH. THE ULTRA RICH ONE IN THE PINKISH BOTTLE. AND DID YOU KNOW IT'S POUF, NOT POOF? YOU WASH WITH A POUF (READ IT ON THE BACK OF THE BOTTLE). I'M OFFICIALLY CHANGING ITS NAME TO POUF DADDY. YUM; LOVES IT. DON'T GET ME WRONG, I'M STILL ALL ABOUT MY QUATTRO (CHECKING FOR STUBBLE EVERY DAY IN HOPES THAT I'LL GET TO USE IT).


IT'S SUCH AN AWESOME FEELING WHEN I GET TO UPGRADE (GREAT, NOW I'M GONNA HAVE THAT STUPID BEYONCE UPGRADE SONG IN MY HEAD FOR THE NEXT FORTY-THREE MINUTES) MY INTRICATE LACEWORK OF BEAUTY PROCESS. I ALREADY WALK TO THE BEAT OF I'M TOO SEXY.


G.MA (MY WORK GRANDMA) JUST ROLLS HER EYES WHEN SOMEONE WALKS BY ME AND SAYS, "OOH, YOU SMELL SO GOOD. WHAT IS THAT?" I HAD HER ROLLING BECAUSE THE LIST IS SO LONG THAT IT GOES SOMETHING LIKE:

is it citrus? nooooo
is it coconut? noooooo
is it perfume-y? noooo, that's not it
brown sugar? uh uh
hmm, maybe it's the baby powder. (by now they're like, wow!! )

G HAD ME CRACKING UP TODAY. SHE TOLD ME THAT I'M WAY TOO SERIOUS ABOUT THIS ROUTINE THAT I'M SO PROUD OF (SHE INSISTS ON CALLING ME BEYONCE AND I HAVE TO CORRECT HER EVERY TIME THAT I MAKE A MUCH BETTER J.LO). SHE SAYS SHE CAN SEE ME FIFTEEN YEARS FROM NOW GOING, "I'M COMING, HONEY, I'M ONLY ON LAYER THIRTEEN".

smells like the inside of a box

i got an email today from my cousin. it must suck to not be able to think outside the box:

she sends:
I don't get it. The more I think I know you, I realize I don't. I just took the time to read your blog today. Considering I just got in from S.C. yesterday and it's time that I catch up with my mail.
I was told that your Dad was up this way visiting your grandmother. That's on my list of things to do soon.
Very interesting article you wrote. I never knew how strange you really are until I read your blog.
Chat with you later: Stop thinking so MUCH!

my reply:
please don't EVER read my blog again. thanks.


some nerve. i hardly even talk to her. whatevs. and i bet she didn't even click on the ads to help a sista out. *psht* but for all your congratulators, thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks.


moving on. since i didn't get to go home this weekend, i sent a text to my friend lalalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaah that i can go to church with her. she had invited me before and i thought it'd be great to visit a new one for a change. when we pulled in to the kingdom hall instantly i was like oh no, oh no, ohmygah . . . but i'm not, but i'm not, but i'm not * wait, why am i trippin' (this all happened in my head for like 3 seconds. i don't even think she noticed. i kept my cool).

turned out that church was wonderful. it was my first time visiting a kingdom hall (obviously). loved it! everyone was so welcoming and the lesson was great (shout out to park road congregation). for sure the JWs know the bible. it sucks that they seem to get such a bad rap for the first-thing-saturday-morning door knocking because i can honestly say that it's the most heartfelt welcome that i've ever received as a visitor.

thinking back . . . there was no collection plate either. hmm, very interesting. wonder how they do that.

i had it rough today though. stupid crap tried to knock me out of my element but negativity can't hold me down right now - i got laundry to do.

i love you

where does a gal find a hot pink pillow in this town?

target. that and all the other goodies that i put on today's to-get list: rainbath, a pink puff for the shower, a powder poof, sesame body oil & that new dove cream oil body wash.

today is totally a sex-and-the-city-dvd day. i was up from 12:27 to 3:33 (all a.m.) on the phone having one of the most ________ (i can't figure out what adjective to put here) conversations that i've had in a very long time. well, i did about 9% of the talking and he (isn't it always a he?) did the rest. anyway, it was very draining. then i called him this morning. no answer. humph, that's nice.

i really don't think of myself as a bad person. i've been known to be in my own world at times but not bad. there are issues. issues that i've been dealing with for a long time - and finally i'm making some real progress. or so i thought. NO! what am i talking about I AM TOTALLY MAKING PROGRESS. that conversation just had me a little shook. i cried a little & even yelled once. i don't want to be that person anymore. (insert: sigh) my biggest goal is to be a great communicator. i know that i'm a lot better than i used to be (validated by the fact that my family congratulates me on it all the time). they're proud of me for sharing my innermost thoughts and upsets with them. so why did the wee hours conversation make me feel like i took a step back?

i did learn last night that men have feelings too. (message to him: i am so sorry. for everything bad.)

i woke up this morning with dried tears all on my face. eww. crying in my sleep too? damn. and my stomach hurts. geez. i am so sorry. one thing that usually works like a bandaid - trying on cute dresses. i was supposed to be going home to visit my uncle and mom today but the weather is too nasty for travel so they advised me to take a raincheck (haha). so after talking on the phone for a little while this morning, i took a nap (at this time it's like 8:35 a.m.) and then i got dressed and went to marshalls.

groooooooss! remind me never to eat another carb for as long as i live. back fat = fat back = disgusting = never try on anything when you're having a yucky day. so after i finish this bag of lay's rosemary & herb potato chips. no. more. carbs.

there is no specific definition of what it is or what causes it

my father does not get it. he just DOES. NOT. GET. IT. AT. ALL. i'm on the phone with him tonight and he goes so did you get my email? the one about the nurses in the wet shirts? and i instantly scream let it gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. then my aunt starts shouting in the background what, what, what is she doing? what's going on? crazy family.

so i'm on the phone laughing and flipping thru channels and eating a piece of leftover pizza and looking at that weird spot on my toe (what is that? note to self: google toe cancer) while opening my mail when i come across an envelope that contains a picture of the most beautiful twins ever - hands down. (showoffs)

whatever happened to the two-beautiful-people-cant-make-a-pretty-baby rule? then to go and make beautiful twins! (insert: nausea) enough that she's my funniest friend (who just so happens to be a perfect little petite specimen with dimples). she had to go and marry a very handsome, very kind, also humorous straight guy (who's now my most favorite friend-in-law . . . wait, slow down. well, not more favorite than my ken doll, but a very close 2nd) .

(disgusting)

disgusting, right? told you. i'm not even gonna torture you by showing the other beautiful clone. freakin' flukes of nature.

There is actually a society for owners of a razor!

Proud of owning your Schick Quatto? Well here's your cult.

Don't even ask me how I found it. Ordinary bores me. I'm one those random (see: adhd, also: anxieties) chicks plus I absolutely adore Google.

I'm having [another] one of those nights. Those nights where you feel like everybody has got something to do except you. I literally went thru my phone tonight and singled out the people who have no one special (single and/or no kids) in their lives. Isn't that pitiful? Out of 114, how many do you think I have? Four and a possible. I don't know what's sadder: the statistics or the fact that I'm sitting here actually counting.

Ahh. that's how I got to the secret razor society . . . the only thing I'm so in love with right now is my Quattro. My legs feel a-mah-zing! Damn, I sound like an ad. I'd be such a cute actress. One of those black-and-white commercials like the match.com ones. Anyway, this wonderful impulsive purchase (triggered a few days ago out of boredom and no art projects to work on) got me wanting to splurge on some other things that I really don't need just to get out of the house tonight and stop thinking about the hundred and ten people in my address book that have someone to love them.

It sucks when you love someone so much and you have no idea if the person loves you back. It also sucks if you find the person after time apart and you have no idea how to reheat the love leftovers.

perfect example

i'm such a nerd/Google whore/obsessive about random things/compulsive about everything person that it's ridiculous. so when i'm online this morning looking up new words in 2007 (for absolutely no reason at all), i came across ohnosecond and it just clicked: i'm full of oh-no seconds. i should have invented that. great. just like the sticky note; i let it slip right by.

i've been blogging on myspace for a while now and getting great feedback too . . . so here i am - nationwide, baby. bringin' it on. i have had communication issues for the longest when i'm in a relationship. i was all bottled up and getting crazy over everything and decided, ooh i should get a therapist. i took some really good communication classes (told you i'm a nerd) but the therapy, it was total bullshit. the doc was kinda creepy at first because he'd say something and then just look at me like he was staring at a piece of cheese that had a slight bit of mold on it trying to figure out whether or not to cut around it or just get rid of it all together. longest fifty minutes of my week. at the time i was just getting into myspace and decided to blog. well, what do you know? making people laugh about my everyday episodes, thoughts and mishaps really gets nosy people on my tip. cool.

i love reading funnies too. and i'm super nosy. so this is right up my alley.

yesterday i sent a mass email out for everyone to google "[first name] needs" and crack up at what they see. (google whore) just do it. it's hilarious. my friend millie's was the best! go head MILLIE NEEDS.

**i'll wait for you to go ahead and do your own and then return right back here dot com** google.com

ok so. ohnosecond. i send an email to all the guys in my addressbook about reasons why guys are happy/gracious/lucky. it's supposed to be a forward but i always delete all the pass-this-on-to-everyone-you-know-or-you'll-die crap. so i get all these replies back from dudes feelin' all worthy. then i get a reply from my father:

thank you so much for the joy you bring to yourself, i agree woman should be allowed to come out in white wet shirts especially the young nurses after my children admit there daddio into an assisted living homey. thanks for the funny mail, love dad

uh, no. i'm so creeped out. i tried to wash it off. so i go a little rougher today as i get into my daily regimen of bar soap then shower gel then shower gel with the Aveda scubby stuff then the face wash then shave then rinse then body oil then powder then lotion then scented lotion then some Vaseline on the dry spots then some squirts of smell good then toner then moisturizer and robe & slippers. i'm good. then i go to my gmail to look one more time. damn. now that, my friends, is an ohnosecond (squared).