tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44400990400998131122024-03-12T18:38:07.848-04:00The Lover in Me...I am still a work in the making. HE is definitely not finished with me yet...I strive to be a woman my mom would have been proud of.Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-86033025854947318542013-08-26T23:25:00.001-04:002013-08-26T23:25:33.707-04:00Not your Average Model: Behind the Seams: Fall 2013 Fashion Trends<a href="http://notyouraveragemodel.blogspot.com/2013/08/fall-2013-fashion-trends.html?spref=bl">Not your Average Model: Behind the Seams: Fall 2013 Fashion Trends</a>: Fall is absolutely one of my favorite seasons of the year. It is the return of NFL football (Go DOLPHINS - Did she just say Dolphins, yes I ...Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-84177166896398074272013-07-22T16:17:00.001-04:002013-07-22T16:17:38.360-04:00Check out my Purity BlogCheck it out!!<br />
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Personal update coming soon...Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-90932138984403434242011-06-27T00:58:00.008-04:002011-06-27T01:19:57.855-04:00I did my first finger coils....Well, they weren't my first but the pics I took for my first finger coils were not appropriate for the internet LOL <br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><div>My hair is coming along quite nicely. I'm loving the Shea Moisture line. Love love love their Curl and Shine Shampoo. It leaves my hair so soft! And I also use their Curl and Style Milk. Right now my staple hair items are my Glycerin and water mix and my Ecostyler Olive oil gel. REALLY SIMPLE. I'm four months post Big Chop and I have about 2 inches of hair. My hair looks really healthy and strong. I'm loving it! *thumbs up*</div><br /><br /><div>I decided to finger coil my hair last week because I needed something to do with it and I wanted something that would last me the whole week. It took me about an hour and that's only because I'm anal and particular :). I washed and conditioned my hair with Curl and Style Shampoo and the Aussie Moist Conditioner (this has to be the best conditioner ever). Then I put a little leave in conditioner, wet my hair with the water and glycerin mix and put a 'lil Curl and Style Milk. I did my coils in small sections and would apply gel when I got to the section. And these were my results. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hAAlBHti2Q/TggQCxP6FYI/AAAAAAAAALA/uBZ4tfg_AEg/s1600/IMG00270-20110619-1437.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622761774537905538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hAAlBHti2Q/TggQCxP6FYI/AAAAAAAAALA/uBZ4tfg_AEg/s320/IMG00270-20110619-1437.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WhBSfzMDEM/TggQWdz-vqI/AAAAAAAAALI/9Xe_87l_OO0/s1600/IMG00271-20110619-1437.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622762112917880482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WhBSfzMDEM/TggQWdz-vqI/AAAAAAAAALI/9Xe_87l_OO0/s320/IMG00271-20110619-1437.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBFSUatiszA/TggQbxI21TI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YZqev-1gHLQ/s1600/IMG00278-20110619-1439.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622762204005061938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBFSUatiszA/TggQbxI21TI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YZqev-1gHLQ/s320/IMG00278-20110619-1439.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjE_CbSTYzg/TggQg5pyPlI/AAAAAAAAALY/FHmhgxGSxMw/s1600/IMG00280-20110619-1440.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622762292190002770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjE_CbSTYzg/TggQg5pyPlI/AAAAAAAAALY/FHmhgxGSxMw/s320/IMG00280-20110619-1440.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GyHg5tLmtk/TggQmQB1YZI/AAAAAAAAALg/dbP8cwWbKPw/s1600/IMG00268-20110619-1436.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622762384095797650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GyHg5tLmtk/TggQmQB1YZI/AAAAAAAAALg/dbP8cwWbKPw/s320/IMG00268-20110619-1436.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>I was pretty happy with my results. </div></div></div></div></div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-41307035055565595972011-06-12T12:24:00.000-04:002011-06-12T12:24:19.595-04:00The Happy Go Lucky Bachelor.: You Win........<a href="http://thehappygoluckybachelor.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-win.html">The Happy Go Lucky Bachelor.: You Win........</a><br /><br />He's blogging again, but I can't comment on his post. So I'll link his post to get his attention. Mike come out of hiding Lol.Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-69241914904778522822011-06-05T00:50:00.007-04:002011-06-05T01:42:03.849-04:00This is for Eye-EE-Sha! LOLThis post is for you :)<br /><br />I was kinda quick in my last post but it was mainly because I was crazy sleepy and trying to procrastinate on writing my personal statement.<br /><br />The 1st question, my natural journey. I didn't have a crazy mishap such as my hair falling out or burning off. As you can see by the picture on the right side of my blog, my hair grows with no problem. I happen to run across <a href="http://moptopmaven.blogspot.com/"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">MopTopMaven's</span></a> You.tube channel in late December and I was mesmerized by her hair and remembered when I had long, thick beautiful hair like hers. I asked myself "Why do I keep burning my scalp with relaxers?" I decided that day that I was gonna go natural. I told my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">bestie</span> on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">gchat</span> and she had mixed reactions, which was fine by me. I asked my boo at the time how he felt about having a bald chick on his arm and he said he could handle it as long as I could, that's all the encouragement I needed. I planned on transitioning until my birthday in May but by January I was tired of dealing with the 2 textures, so I called my stylist up and set an appointment for February 11<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>. I think I spent the entire month of January watching You.tube videos. I soaked in so much information, so I could know what I was getting into <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span>. I did decide that I wasn't going to be a product junkie and I wasn't about to be spending 8 hours doing my hair. So I got bits and pieces from a lot of naturals and came up with my own SIMPLE routine. I've loved every minute of this journey. My hair fascinates me because I haven't really seen it since the 8<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> grade when I begged my mother for a relaxer. Back then, I was tired of being the girl with the crazy thick long hair that I didn't know what to do with. I'm more prepared now and loving it!<br /><br />Second question, my job. I work in the health industry, working in the STD program. I basically notify people when they have a lab come back positive for an STD. I then have to ensure that they get treated to stop the spread of the disease. It can become pretty stressful when you have folks that don't care to get treated. I sometimes have to make home visits to find folks to bring them in for treatment. I've also been certified as a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Phlebotomist</span>, so I can draw blood now. I was terrified at first at the thought of having to stick someone with a needle but now I love it :)! It's a pretty dynamic job and I'm learning so much.<br /><br />And last question, school. I'm going back to school to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">pursure</span> my Masters in Social Work. I think I came out of the womb an activist and it's time I use my talents. So I want to further my education and get a '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">lil</span> smarter <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">LOL</span>.<br /><br />Oh, and I no longer have a boo. I have no idea what happened. We were fine at my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">bestie's</span> wedding in April and about 2 weeks later he just seemed to go crazy on me <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span>. I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> with it, I'm just upset at him for ruining over a decade of friendship because he couldn't be upfront with me about whatever he had/has going on.<br /><br />So yea, I'm pretty excited about what's coming in these next two years. That's how long I have until I'm 30 and I need to get the ball rolling.<br /><br />You were right <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ieisha</span>, this was a whole new blog post just answering your questions, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span>.<br /><br />*<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Toodles</span>*Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-80325452338081325582011-05-31T00:17:00.003-04:002011-05-31T00:26:51.359-04:00My life is constantly evolving. I think God likes to keep me on my toes, or else I'll become complacent or something. *shrug* Who knows?<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm liking my new job. It can be a little stressful but I love knowing that I'm helping others. And I'm getting to see a segment of society that I wouldn't see otherwise. I'm getting to see parts of Miami that I know for sure I would never see. They're are people living in extreme poverty in this "great" country of ours. It makes me so grateful for the things I'm blessed with. It may not be much, but it could be a whole lot worse, that's for sure. </div><br /><br /><div>I'm finishing up my application process for grad school. All I have left is my 6 page personal statement, which is due in 2 days *YIKES* I'm such a procrastinator :-/. </div><br /><br /><div>I absolutely LOVE my natural hair :). Cant.stop.touching.it!! Lol It's grown very well in these past 3 months, although one probably couldn't tell because of this dern shrinkage! It's gonna be the death of me lol. And it's finally long enough for me to pull it back with a headband. See...</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612731505933159714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdtXG3iw3G0/TeRtkS7KDSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HpLT92DhqUA/s320/225245_10101046017030301_2026491_78585835_5387892_n.jpg" /><br /><br /><div></div>Hope all is well with everyone else. 'Til next time....<br /><br /><br /><div></div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-17175115187387631752011-02-21T18:59:00.004-05:002011-02-21T19:13:51.612-05:00New Year....Lots of changesA lot has happened since this year has started. First I have a new boo. Yaay me! I know I can't talk about him without getting long-winded, so I'll save him for another post.<br /><div></div><br /><div>I got a new job!! Making a lil' (and I do mean little) more money. But it's in my field and the department has a partnership with the Masters program I'm trying to get into, so it works. I willing to grind it out for now to get where I want to be. And my job offers tuition waivers for up to 6 credit hours per semester! Score!!! So I'll be going to school for FREE! I loves free stuff :).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I finally did what I've been wanting to do for over a year....I went NATURAL!!! And I LOVE it!! And everyone seems to love it on me. The boo went with me for moral support and he loves it. He kept running his fingers through my hair, or my scalp (as my bestie would say lol). I washed my hair myself for the first time on Thursday and it was so easy. I kept feeling like I should wash it some more because I'm used to having a load of hair to wash. And I've almost got my regiment down. I'm simple, so I need my regiment simple. I'm trying to avoid becoming a product junkie. So far, so good. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8j1weQppqM/TWL-A3G9mDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kM30m96QUZg/s1600/IMAG0016.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576298579384703026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8j1weQppqM/TWL-A3G9mDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kM30m96QUZg/s320/IMAG0016.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>This year has started out so much better than last year. I was in a bad place at the beginning of 2010, but my God has truly shown me His favor and I'm so glad about it. So happy and Hopeful.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Oh, and if anyone wants to volunteer to help me update my blog I would really appreciate it. I haven't updated the look of this thing since I started it. I'll pay you in smiles *cheese* :)</div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-25738372530908939272010-12-27T16:21:00.008-05:002010-12-27T17:04:49.895-05:00Christmas Was....Great this year. I did a ridiculous amount of driving, but it was worth it. I stopped off on my way to Orlando to give my two nieces from my brother and my niece from my sister their gifts. And I informed my siblings that now that they have babies, they will no longer receive gifts lol. I only care about the babies getting gifts for Christmas. I just counted how many siblings I have for sure, and the count is at 13! Wth? Who's gonna buy gifts for 13 siblings, NOT I! My mother had 6 kids including me and my dad has 7 that we know of. He might have some others scattered around. My dad put the "rolling" in the P.apa was a rolling stone phrase.<br /><br /><div></div>After I dropped off the gifts I continued on in my journey to Orlando Friday night. And apparently I'm being courted because I was surprised with tickets the Orlando Magic and Boston Celtics game on Christmas Day!!! What a gift? He's knows I love sports, mainly football, but basketball is up there too. We had such a good time. I was looking like one of the girls who doesn't even watch sports though. I was in 5 inch heels navigating the Amway Arena because I wasn't told where I was going. I was told to dress casual and that I could wear my heels (casual for me is skinny jeans, cute top and 4+ inch heels). I kept feeling like I was gonna bust my behind going up and down those steep steps. All of the other women were in flats and casual jeans :). Ah well, I have to be cute wherever I go. We then went to dinner. After dinner we went home to change and went to a gathering of old classmates from high school and college. It was so nice. They guys were in suits and the ladies in their nice dresses. My kinda shindig. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555484714978022546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/TRkL6f9glJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ny0MKI_pqYY/s320/IMG00051-20101225-1609.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;">Our view from our seats<br /></span><div></div><br /><div>Sunday I attended the wedding of one of my high school homies. It was very nice affair held at the W.yndham hotel. The bride's gown was custom-made and Red! Very bold! But she pulled it off well. Now her bridesmaids, ugh, that was another story. Most of those chicks were a hot ghetto MESS! There were tattoos everywhere and possibly bullet wounds. She picked the dress that is convertible and everyone could make their own. One chick chose to have her belly hanging out with the biggest stomach tattoo I've EVER seen on a woman. It was quite disgusting to say the least, because she definitely didn't have a six-pack. Who does that??? All in all it was good to see old high school friends and "The Boys" as our group of guy friends are affectionately called. </div><br /><div></div><div>My bestie, that lives in Miami, didn't want to get on the road after wedding so we decided to get on the road in the morning. My bestie, from Tallahassee, that I haven't seen since Memorial weekend were up talking until 2 o'clock in the morning. And I had to be up at 4:45 to be on the road by 5:30am. Need to say, I've been a walking zombie at work today. </div><br /><div></div><div>Loved my weekend though *sigh*</div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-19776588917880774312010-12-23T14:00:00.002-05:002010-12-23T14:14:47.076-05:00Whew!!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/TROflcPFoCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SR8-mL_PmQ8/s1600/bl_christmas_8.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553958231061405730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/TROflcPFoCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SR8-mL_PmQ8/s320/bl_christmas_8.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So this Christmas season has begun with a kick. I get a call this morning from a 1800 number and when I g.oogle that number it says it's a scam from W.achovia. But one (a few) of the comments said that it was not a scam and that it was the fraud department alerting you about your account. So I immediately go to my online banking and sure enough someone used my card to make a purchase at the W.almart on the other side of Miami. Saw I go into crazy mode...at work mind you. I call Wachovia and kept getting sent, by the humans, to this automated system. So when I finally got a human for the 3rd time, I was feeling like a bank robber "Just put the money back in my account and nobody gets hurt" Lol I had to go down to a branch on my break and sign a document and pull out some money so that I'll money for my drive up home to Orlando. Needless to say, my nerves were shot by noon. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Mess like this really pisses me off. People like me work hard (2 jobs) for my money and then you have some loser going behind my back and stealing it. Then the part that kills me is, they're not buying groceries to feed their family, they're going to W.almart and buying out the Electronics department!! Absolute ignorance! Ugh. I need to pray, cuz this world is not right. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Anywho, have a Merry Christmas out there in blog world. Remember that Jesus is the reason for the season!! :) </div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-71225788960369339502010-12-17T13:01:00.002-05:002010-12-17T13:07:14.606-05:00Seriously...What am I doing with my life? I have so much in my head but don't yet know how to put it into action. I have at least bought the books on grant-writing and forming a non-profit. I've been needing to do that for a while. The more I think, the more I feel like I'm not gonna make it. Only God knows where He's gonna take me next b/c I feel like I'm going nowhere.<br /><br />One of my good guy friends sent me this text this morning, "Our knowledge and understanding is finite, God's is infinite. When we can't see a solution, He does; trust Him!" It was exactly what I needed to hear. I feel like I've been at the starting line forever and have yet to start the race/marathon. I think I'm having one of those days.<br /><br />I have obstacles coming from every direction and it's getting a bit much to bear. I'm praying for strength and peace of mind...Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-81474322669414996862010-10-19T07:56:00.000-04:002010-10-19T07:56:20.355-04:00Poll: What Do You Think Of Willow's Video Debut?<a href="http://globalgrind.com/channel/music/content/1850654/willow-smith-whip-my-hair-premiere-video/?pc=1&pi=1#pd_a_3945277">Poll: What Do You Think Of Willow's Video Debut?</a><br /><br />Am I too old to like Willow's video?? LolMimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-20622564660341054232010-07-20T15:59:00.002-04:002010-07-20T16:03:04.227-04:00Oh Blog, How I've Missed Thee!I just discovered that I can access blogger from work! Who knew? :) This isn't good. Now I might actually be able to blog while I still have an idea in my head and not have to wait until I get home...which usually means I forgot what I was going to blog about.<br /><br />I'm thinking about starting a new blog and possibly just shutting down this one. My life has taken a different turn these past 3-4 months and a change is in order here too. I dunno, we'll see how that works.<br /><br />Hope everyone is doing well!Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-37981951604249629692010-04-20T21:01:00.002-04:002010-04-20T21:09:45.103-04:00Fellas....Never date a woman that isn't afraid to act ignant as SIN in public.<br /><br />My lead was telling me about his ex girlfriend and her many antics. Every time this chick sees one his friends out, she bombards them with bad talk about him....but she could care less about him. Right. I never understood why men date these women that are so uncouth and have no tact. These are also the same women that love to call themselves "classy" o_O<br /><br />I was always taught that family business stays in-house, that includes your issues with your boy/girlfriend. It's just not cute. Ugh, when will people learn?<br /><br />Sidenote: I just had to check my sis on this on Facebook. Don't vent your frustrations out about your boyfriend on social networking sites. I politely called her butt and TOLD her to remove that status. I am her big sis after all :), gotta get her right my mama didn't raise us like that.<br /><br />Men, choose your women carefully.Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-89845065832210164432010-04-13T21:47:00.002-04:002010-04-13T21:49:37.042-04:00Hmmmm.....Man I miss blogging.<br /><br />So much to say, rather write, but I can't get all of my thoughts together.<br /><br />Be back tomorrow with some randomness.<br /><br />*Muah*!!!!Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-87958220817246395582009-10-17T21:14:00.005-04:002009-10-17T22:13:13.245-04:00Random Miami Happenings<div>~I need to learn Spanish...STAT. Seriously I can barely get an English speaking person anywhere. Especially in my area, it's mainly Colombians and Venezuelans.<br /><br /><div>~The heat in Miami is stifling. And that's putting it lightly. I wasn't prepared for this...hell, my HAIR wasn't prepared for this! It frizzes up at the thought of humidity. I might have to let my wrap go for a little bit and start wearing a weave or braids, at least until cooler weather makes its way down here. The other day my co-worker was talking about a cold front that was supposed to be coming through and this fool said, "it's supposed to get down to 80 degrees" WTF? People, 80 degrees is NOT a cold front. </div><br /><div>~I'm bound to put on a few pounds. I've been eating so much Haitian food since I've been down here. I've missed the food of my youth. My aunt has promised to come down and stay with me for a couple of weeks and re-teach me how to cook Haitian food.</div><div> </div><div> </div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Stp5JdcoKGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WmKRAPZqBVU/s1600-h/nettie.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393756707160074338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Stp5JdcoKGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WmKRAPZqBVU/s320/nettie.jpg" /></a>~My <a href="http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/04/blame-it-on-alcoholnaw-blame-it-on-lack.html">ba</a><a href="http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/04/blame-it-on-alcoholnaw-blame-it-on-lack.html">b</a><a href="http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/04/blame-it-on-alcoholnaw-blame-it-on-lack.html">y sis</a> had her baby! I am an aunt for the fourth time. I went to spend the weekend with her last weekend. The genius in me decided to stay up with the baby and let her sleep. I don't know what I was thinking. I don't see how people do it! I am cranky as hell when I'm sleepy! I couldn't function after my lack of sleep...I don't know how I made my 2 hour drive back to Miami.<br /><div>Isn't she a beauty? :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>~The foolishness that is Miami highways is ridiculous. Every time I ask someone where something is, they'll say "oh, it's up the street". To me, up the street means a few blocks away or it takes less than 10 minutes. To Miami folk, up the street means taking the highway. I have to jump on the highway for EVERYTHING! And they don't know how to drive. I swear I was almost killed on the highway on the way home from church, my second weekend here. </div><br /><div></div><div>~My dad is so upset that I decided to move out of the house. He can't understand why I would leave my parents house where I didn't have any living expenses to now having tons of living expenses. I'd much rather struggle living on my own and have peace of mind, than to live at home, for free, where my family <span style="color:#993399;">LITERALLY</span> drives me insane. I just can't function in chaos...and that's exactly what living at home felt like...CHAOS. There's nothing worse than not wanting to go home, because you can't stand being there. <span style="color:#ff0000;">I.HAD.TO.GO!</span> So here I am in Miami. Money is tight, but I'm at peace...so I'm cool.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There's more, but I can't remember right now. I shall come back. </div></div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-31001183269549624972009-09-21T21:35:00.002-04:002009-09-30T19:27:43.748-04:00Just a Quick updateI'm blogging with this mobile blogging thingy from my phone, so bare with me if the post comes out all weird or something...K? :)<br /><br />So I am now a Miami resident. I am even thinking of changing the address on my driver's license, that makes me really nervous! The address on my license has been the same since I was 16...I guess in my mind it makes my move permanent. These past two weeks have been interesting to say the least.<br /><br />The boo and I are trying rekindle our romance, so to speak, we have been broken up for two months. Haven't felt like talking about that situation at all, it made me extremely sad :-/. But now that we're in the same city, he seems to be making the effort. I care deeply for him, so I hope we get it together. He keeps making plans for us, but I'm hesitant because I'm scared. Matters of the heart are SO scary! Ugh (<---Dang, I didn't mean to write that much about him)<br /><br />I have family drama out the wazoo! Ugh! So glad to be out back on my own again! I am not meant to live with anyone else. I walk around nakeed constantly and I LOVE it!!! Lol<br /><br />I like my new office. Its smaller but more intimate, so I like it.I love the area that I live in. Its not the city part and I like it that way.<br /><br />I'll elaborate more in a few days.<br /><br />*Miami folk are so different and interesting, lol<br /><br />My prayer: Lord please help me to make the most of this opportunity!Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-88021809539271554712009-08-06T20:26:00.004-04:002009-08-06T21:01:16.287-04:00I Got an APARTMENT!!!! :)<div align="left">I just got word this morning that I was approved for my apartment!<br /><br />That was my biggest worry as far as my move is concerned. Now that I know where I'm going to live, I just need to figure how I'm gonna get my stuff down to Miami :). I absolutely hate moving! Every time I had to move in college, it just made me want to throw everything away and start over.<br /><br />But moving is good way to purge though. I throw a lot of things away simply because I don't feel like packing it. The homeless shelter usually makes out good with all the clothes and shoes, lol.<br /><br />Winning the Lottery right now would be the greatest thing ever! lol.<br /><br />I'm going through this phase where I feel like changing my phone number. Just start fresh with my new move and only inform those that really need to know. I've had my current phone number since my freshman year in college, 7 years, and I just feel like a change. I also want to cut all my hair off and just start over, natural though. I've never even given going natural any serious thought.<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367019467457398322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Snt7xRxnhjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7oLoOAQL63k/s320/natural_hair_0001_2.jpg" /> <p align="left"> <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Can I really go Natural?!?!? :-/</span></em><br /></p></span><br /><br />I don't know what I'm going through, maybe it's the move.<br /><br />Prayers would be appreciated, for those of you that pray. Truth be told, I'm scared sh!tless about this move. I have tons of friends from college down there and one of my best friends, but I'm scared of the unknown. On the flip side, I'm ridiculously excited about the possibilities. Is that weird?<br /><br />I'll be back to let you guys in on the personal side. Haven't done one of those posts in a minute. Hope everyone's doing great! :)Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-20847353021520786552009-07-25T14:00:00.003-04:002009-07-25T14:17:47.119-04:00Remember When....I said, <a href="http://mimi-theresno1likeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-miamibienvenido-miami.html">if I lived in Miami I wouldn't take life seriously</a>? Well it looks like I'm going to get my chance to not take life seriously!!! :) I'm so excited! :)<br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362463392437334914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SmtMCztDc4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/tS_ZWMoTEJY/s320/miami.jpg" /><br /><div>A few weeks ago, I noticed that a position opened up in my department down in Miami and I went to talk to my Bureau Chief about it. I let him know my interest. He basically let me know that they were just moving some people around, but they were still obligated to post the position. But he let me know that my same position would be open in Miami and it would also set me up to move up faster. I told him cool, I'll take it! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This spur of the moment decision is SO not me! But I felt that I needed to take that chance and go for it. So my boss informed me last week that if I wanted the position it was mine. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm so excited, scared, apprehensive...everything! I've been searching for apartments like crazy. It's so hard :-/. I want to live in a good area that's affordable.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So yea, I'm moving to Miami and I can't believe I'm actually taking this jump.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Wish me luck! :)</div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-8301424870946884782009-06-09T19:26:00.005-04:002009-06-09T20:34:20.425-04:00So much drama in the ORL :-/So much going on in my world right now...I feel so overwhelmed.<br /><br />*My family members seem to think I'm an extension of B.ank of America, W.achovia or some kind of bank. I just don't get it. I seem to be the first line of help when someone in my family needs something. I'm 'bout to start telling their asse$ NO! It might even be a hell NO. I'm trying to get myself on my feet and I can't do that when everyone thinks I'm their personal bank.<br /><br />*And that leads me to this...I hate when people ask me for stuff like I owe them something. If you're going to ask me for something, then ask. But don't come to me EXPECTING to get it. I don't even feel like I owe anything to even my father. And my mother has gone to heaven so the only person I really owe anything to is God.<br /><br />*A pet peeve of mine is men who don't get up for elderly women or women with children on the bus. Seriously, WTF? Have you no manners? A lady got on the bus the other afternoon with her young daughter and there was at least 3 men sitting in the front and not one of those idiots stood up to give her their seat! When the bus pulled forward she damn near fell over with her daughter in her arms. And finally one of the idiots decided to give her a seat! UGH!<br /><br />*O<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Si7_NPGw2FI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8ctffZZlVhs/s1600-h/5CAELX4ZHCA50RRNICA9JT8E6CAQ0FZEMCAOCOOR5CAGHPAXWCA9EM6UGCAJNBFGTCAGW5ZZRCAP8BL9KCABQNS46CAOJ15E0CAOBQ7SACA3D0NM0CA8KH205CATS6G17CA2KX6NWCAS4SQ31CA2Q93OU.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 75px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345490410593638482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Si7_NPGw2FI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8ctffZZlVhs/s320/5CAELX4ZHCA50RRNICA9JT8E6CAQ0FZEMCAOCOOR5CAGHPAXWCA9EM6UGCAJNBFGTCAGW5ZZRCAP8BL9KCABQNS46CAOJ15E0CAOBQ7SACA3D0NM0CA8KH205CATS6G17CA2KX6NWCAS4SQ31CA2Q93OU.jpg" /></a>k, so I think this love sh!t is for the birds. Seriously, relationships are hard as hell. And men try to perpetrate like they're not emotional beings, but they so are! It's ridiculous. I will admit that I was so used to dating nonchalant men, so this in turn has made me very nonchalant and guarded. I just really did not want to get hurt. But I say what the hey and opened myself up to my current honey and now his @ss is acting up! I don't know, I'm not one to give up easily but there is only so much one can take. The same thing you did to get me, should be the same thing you do to keep me. Consistency is the key. <span style="color:#993399;">Men can you tell me why you guys are such big babies?</span> LOL (seriously thought)<br /><br />*Ummm, if you're stomach hangs over your pants you should not be wearing midriff shirts. I swear if I see one more case of this foolishness I am going to scream. I don't know what is up with the Orlando women, but they seem to think it's cute to have their stomach out. Despite the gun shot wounds, stretch marks, dimples etc. It's gross and a bit disheartening.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Si781ex3gdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9x5_UOBA3xg/s1600-h/Shot_4-045_LARGE.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345487803460846034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/Si781ex3gdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9x5_UOBA3xg/s320/Shot_4-045_LARGE.jpg" /></a><br />*I absolutely hate this H.alle B.erry song by H.urricane Chris. He looks like a gremlin! And his black @ss lips don't make it any better. I can't stand weed lips. EWWW.<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>*Someone must have put a message out that I was having trouble in paradise. I've been getting calls and emails from EX's since last week. It's kind of annoying. I don't know why my ex's think that just because they've contacted me, I'm going to jump out of my skin with joy. NOT.GONNA.HAPPEN. Eww, there's a reason you're an ex.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">My prayer:</span> Lord, please give me strength and peace of mind, because I can't shoulder everyone else's problems by myself.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-42447024513543661212009-05-26T08:00:00.004-04:002009-05-29T20:36:44.059-04:00Is it weird...That I don't want anyone that I know to read this blog. I kind of feel like this is my mental sanctuary. Only one of my best friends has the url for this blog.<br /><br /><div>A girl I went to high school with sent me an invitation to <a href="http://twitter.com/Mimi5383">Twitter</a>. I guess she's just getting hype to twitter. I've been on <a href="http://twitter.com/Mimi5383">twitter</a> since last summer, I think. I followed her without first thinking of the consequences. Now I feel bad if I unfollow her, because that's gonna seem shady. No? </div><br /><div>I had the link to my blog on my twitter page. I took that down. </div><br /><div>I feel like I don't really anything in common with the people I went to high school with, mainly the ones that didn't go off to college.</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338834686606268130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/ShdZ3HGzVuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nVVNwU3XeKk/s320/p1.jpg" border="0" />UGH! Dilemma!<br /><br /><div>I'm mad at myself.</div><br /><div>Man I want to take her off! LOL. I'm wacky, I already know.</div><br /><div>Ah well, such is life. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-467388178824822262009-05-22T20:08:00.008-04:002009-05-22T21:58:03.900-04:00Trips, girls and strong personalities...oh my!Ok, so my best friends are on schedule to go to Chicago next month for the <a href="http://www.explorechicago.org/city/en/things_see_do/event_landing/special_events/mose/taste_of_chicago.html">Taste of Chicago Festival</a>.<br /><br />*side note* In high school I had three best friends. The four of us hung tight. Two we<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/ShdHJ03nWGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vqOyUlwRTbo/s1600-h/b3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338814117407316066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/ShdHJ03nWGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vqOyUlwRTbo/s200/b3.jpg" border="0" /></a>nt to an HBCU and me and the other friend went to our PWI (Go Gators! lol). One of my friends from the HBCU moved to Chicago after graduation. The other one stayed in the town where she went to college after graduation to work. The best friend who went to college with me, left and went back home after she got pregnant.<br /><br />We haven't had a girls weekend with the four of us since junior year in undergrad. Our weekends have never been without craziness. Someone always gets mad at someone else. At least that's how it used to be. We all such strong personalities. Personally, I think I've toughened up because of them. I used to be so passive and non-confrontational. But after we all became friends, in order to keep up with their snarky remarks I had to learn to have my comebacks lol. <div><div><div><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/ShdG3qy51dI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0xVhuxFLVqE/s1600-h/b1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338813805465556434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/ShdG3qy51dI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0xVhuxFLVqE/s200/b1.jpg" border="0" /></a> A whole lot of stuff went down after my friend got pregnant. We all stopped talking to her, for our own totally different reasons. This all happened Spring 2006. DRAMA! If I were to give a back story on everything, it would take several posts. I'm exhausted just thinking of it. So let's just say it wasn't pretty.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div>My friend from back home and I started texting around last summer. Got re-acquainted (sort of). Once I moved back home last August, we slowly begin to communicate. Matter of fact, she put me on to the job that I currently have.</div><br /><br /><div>So my friend from Chicago and I were IM'ing at work a few weeks ago and were discussing me coming to Chicago for <a href="http://www.explorechicago.org/city/en/things_see_do/event_landing/special_events/mose/taste_of_chicago.html">The Taste</a>. Then she shocked the hell out of me and suggested that I invite our two other friends. I didn't know the reaction I would get from the other two, but surprisingly they were really receptive. </div><br /><br /><div>Today we booked our flight online. I think everyone's a little apprehensive about how well it will go. But I'm so optimistic. Maybe I'm being naive. Who knows? But I figure, we're all adults and we should be able to go on this trip and behave ourselves accordingly and handle anything that may arise as adults. We have so much fun together and know each other so well. We've all been through so much together and I know they're each gong to in my life for the long haul. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338814810070793202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/ShdHyJPdO_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/qL5geb7n_Zo/s400/b2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>I figure I'm gonna pray (a whole lot) and do a couple hail Mary's (I'm not even Catholic, lol) and hope for the best. I feel like its' going to go well though. So pray for us! lol.</div><div></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;">My prayer</span>: Lawd, please help us to have a drama-free trip.</div></div></div></div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-48773331183253019392009-05-14T20:53:00.000-04:002009-05-14T20:58:33.590-04:00Man, WTH?!Ok, I want to start this blog off by thanking God (don't I sound like a rapper accepting a BET award? Lol). But seriously I need to thank God because he just keeps on blessing me, despite my wayward ways!*I just looked at the title of my post and it doesn't match my gratitude! Lol<br /><br />Ok, remember how I was talking about my brother knocking up some chick in my last post? (Of course you don't). So it turns out, he was covering up for his girl cousin, my stepmom's (his mom)niece. Turns out this 'lil heifa got pregnant and didn't tell anyone. The 'lil heifa got sick at school one day and my stepmom and her dad went to pick her up and took her to the hospital. They get to the hospital and the doctor announces "We should have a baby very shortly". My stepmom and her brother were looking around like "WTF, what baby?". Needless to say everyone was in shock.<br /><br />And you know what, this mess pisses me off! These little kids think babies are toys! They just think they're gonna have a baby and all is gonna be well with the world! What the hell would possess this 'lil heifa to get pregnant and not tell anyone? Not only did she not get any prenatal care, she has no job and no means to take care of a child. So you know who the responsibilty falls on, that's right her daddy.<br /><br />I just turned 26 last week and I'm still not ready to be a mommy. I watch my nephew sometimes and I'm ready to send him back to whence he came after a couple hours. This 20 and under generation baffle me. They have no sense of responsibility. Hell, they don't have common sense for that matter. Can you tell I'm mad?!<br /><br />I originally planned to talk about my boo and my fun weekend, but I thought of that situation and got mad. Ah well, cet la vie.<br /><br />Next time I'll be more pleasant, promise :)Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440099040099813112.post-64584829808803807842009-04-13T10:31:00.003-04:002009-04-13T10:38:23.052-04:00Men...Who knew that guys could be so moody?!<br /><div></div><br /><div>How is a guy more moody than me and <span style="color:#cc33cc;">I'M</span> the one on the rag! UGH! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Still recovering from my trip to Miami this weekend. Got to see the boo and spent some QT together. Good times....</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SeNOEZvsi2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/63gcfwk8cI8/s1600-h/tired.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324185022019439458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta2613dhneo/SeNOEZvsi2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/63gcfwk8cI8/s320/tired.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm taking a mental break today....cuz <span style="color:#cc33cc;">I'm</span> T-I-RED! </div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02892850476530901467noreply@blogger.com6