Yes, I’m caucasian. But, I’ve always been colorblind when it comes to racism. I don’t see color. I have tons of friends that are not caucasian. Some are latino, African-American, Asian, Pakistanian, etc. If they needed a kidney and I was a match I’d give it gladly to save their life. Racism gets me every single time. I can’t stand it. This blog won’t be necessarily what you’re assuming it to be.

I’ve experienced racism first hand personally. When I first moved to Atlanta I got a job at a finance company. There were eleven employees at my branch. I was the only caucasian person working in this branch. I could hear my co-workers making racial comments like “she thinks she’s all that because she’s blonde, blue eyed and white. I should beat her white ass after work.” “Who the fuck does she think she is coming in here. I guess we had to hire her for HR purposes so we have a whitey among us to show diversity.” No one wanted to be my friend, they ignored me, wouldn’t help train me, made my life a living hell. They would play tricks on me and leave hateful notes, etc. I found another job quickly.

Another time, I went out with a group of guys one night to a bar. This was in Tennessee. There were three Pakistanian’s and two African-American guys in our group. We sat on the bar stools at the bar, ordered our food and drinks and two white ignorant redneck guys started making racial slurs towards my group. Saying things like “I guess she’s the vanilla in the oreo.” “She’s going to get gang banged later.” As one of my friends spoke up and said¬† “I can handle you spewing racial shit to me and my boys but don’t disrespect her, she’s a lady and I’m gonna need you to shut your mouth.” The redneck assholes started getting up and shoving at my group trying to start a fight. I stood up at this point and said “You ignorant racist douche bags need to sit the hell down or leave, my Dad’s a cop and he’ll be here in 10 minutes.” Of course, My Dad was no cop, nor did he even live in the state of TN. But, they paid their bill and got the hell out.

This whole #oscarssowhite issue that’s plastered all over the the media has me thinking. First of all, I’m tired, sooooo damn tired of races being singled out. For instance, White people don’t have a WET (White Entertainment Television), there’s not a White History Month. There’s also not a Miss White USA either. I do see there’s a Miss Latina pageant now as well. Why can’t Miss Universe be enough? Shit, I don’t watch pageants anyways. It brings back terrible memories of when I participated in them. It felt like we were being paraded around like cattle being gawked at. It felt intimidating and so judgmental and talk about cat fights. So happy those days are over for me. Sorry, I got off of the subject at matter.

I watch BET faithfully. I’m a huge fan of rap, hip hop, and R & B. I can pop & lock, robot, moon walk and shit. I love it.

I don’t think racism is really a factor in the Oscars. They’ve nominated many different races in the past and they’ve won before. Examples: Halle Berry, Denzel Washington, and Cuba Gooding, Jr. All so deserving! Granted, in my opinion I think Michael B. Jordan should’ve been nominated for Creed as well as O’Shea Jackson, Jr. and Jason Mitchell for Straight Outta Compton. It’s a damn shame they weren’t nominated. I don’t think it’s a race issue though. Am I ignorant or naive? Possibly.

I was ashamed of Trump stating “The whites don’t get nominations for BET awards.” He should’ve googled it before making that statement. Hello? Eminem, Robin Thicke, Justin Timberlake, Sam Smith, and Macklemore and Ryan Lewis were all nominated. Eminem and Macklemore and Ryan Lewis all won and accepted BET awards.

It’s been two years since an African-American has been nominated for an Oscar. Is it a racial thing? I think not. Chris Rock is hosting this years Oscars, he doesn’t seem to have a problem with it. It will be interesting to see what he comes up with on the subject. I’ll be watching.

I just can’t understand why we can’t all accept diversity, appreciate each other and not single a race out? We’re all human and we’re all beautifully made. So fucking tired of the racism topic and here I am blogging about it. Just my thoughts and opinions, I love everybody whether you’re black, brown, purple, yellow, orange, green, republican, democrat, muslim, baptist, catholic, or whatever you are….until you prove to me you’re not worthy with your actions. Just sayin……







Empathy & Pain


So many people endure a pain we know nothing about…..

It can be cancer, epilepsy, migraine headaches, hepatitis c, testing HIV positive. Someone that’s having to hide their sexuality or being transgender. A person losing a child or a spouse, their world is shattered into a thousand pieces. What about a pain of making a life changing mistake and spending time in prison. How about addiction?

How quick do we judge someone’s pain? I hear it so often at work people making jokes about depression, transgender people, racism and so much more. Where is our decency, compassion and kindness? Why would people joke and judge someone’s pain…..

I’m guilty of it subconsciously in my mind. I don’t join in the joking, teasing, and gossiping but at times it’s in the back of mind. When I discover it, I catch myself and mentally put myself in their shoes. What if I were a woman but had male tendencies all my life and had the desire to be a man? What if I stole groceries to feed my children? There are so many what if’s. We do not know what others are going through so the quote above is certainly true.

We wouldn’t want someone to mock our pain would we? I believe in most of our cases we’ve all had some type of pain, struggle, despair or torment in our lives.

Let’s take that into consideration the next time we don’t fully understand someone’s circumstances or pain. We should try to be more compassionate. Just think how kind and beautiful this world would be?



I know I’m going to be late for work because I’m writing this post but I don’t care. I need to get it off my chest.

My friend Rhonnie gave me this idea and I love her for it. I tell her all of the time she’s my muse.

This isn’t just for the ladies, it’s for the guys too.

How many times have we said to ourselves, “Why can’t I have her legs? My legs are curvy but I want long, straight, defined legs.” Dudes, ever wish you had a bigger penis, or wish you were built like Channing Tatum or something? I think men and women compare themselves to others so much, they lose sight of what is beautiful about themselves. I’m talking about body insecurities and wanting something better than what we have.

Why can’t we just have gratitude for what we already have? For instance, although I want Rhonnie’s long legs, mine are great. Even though I have naturally curly hair, I want the Jennifer Anniston straight shiny hair. But, I’m beautiful just the way that I am. I have some fantastic features.

I need my legs to walk. So, why bitch about them not being long enough? What if I didn’t have legs, I need to be thankful for these legs, arms, toes, eyes,¬† etc. What about our health? I complained the other day when I had a really bad headache. But, my friend Rhonnie suffers from chronic migraines. She can’t even work. It’s so bad that her Mom bought a picture frame which had a scent to it (possibly purchased from Kirkland’s) a few weeks ago and she didn’t know it and it gave her a migraine for 10 days straight, she got very sick. Just the simplest little thing like going to the Dr. or Starbucks and smelling different scents triggers these horrible God awful headaches.

She hardly ever complains, she’s grateful for her life and the positives in it. My point to all of this is we should have gratitude for our bodies, minds, health, every single thing in our lives. It could be so much worse.

I should stop complaining and whining about what I don’t have and appreciate what I do have. We all have some great attributes, let’s be thankful for them. I think we could all show more gratitude for ourselves don’t you think?

So, let’s appreciate our bodies and mental mindset loves and start the day off right, shall we?



Glorious Mess

A Mess

How often are we comparing ourselves to other people? Why do we feel that we have to keep up with them? Can we not appreciate the glorious mess that we are? It’s more than OK to make mistakes, hit a speed bump, have an imperfection or some type of defect.

Every New Year people come up with the resolutions to improve themselves. What if we’re already improved and happy? Let’s just take in this moment and say to ourselves, I’m right where I need to be at this very second. I’m content with my life and everything in it. I have ENOUGH. Most important, we love ourselves just the way we are.

Can each of us say that about ourselves today? Can we be satisfied right this minute in our lives? Let’s try it out?

We don’t have to have everything everyone else has and nor do we have to look like everyone else. Why be perfect??? I like my freckles, curves, and that sometimes I can’t afford something. It makes me appreciate what I DO have. My quirks, clumsiness, and cheeky mannerisms complete me – It sets me apart from all of the rest.

What sets you apart is glorious loves. Embrace it and acknowledge it. Be proud of who you are. Your glorious messes are what makes you fabulous if you ask me.





Unapologetic – Definition: not acknowledging or expressing regret.

There’s nothing more extraordinary, nor more dazzling than someone being unapologetically themselves; comfortable in their skin, along with their flaws, mishaps and imperfections. I’m one of those people that’s unapologetic.

In my lifetime I’ve had the attitude of…. What you see is what you get. I’m an acquired unique taste. Whatever is on my mind comes up and comes out, no filtration. You either love me or hate me, it’s that simple. Why would I want to be anything other than that? It’s how I’m built. I’m unashamed and confident.

Sometimes when a person knows what they want, what they need and is determined to go after it people tend to talk shit about them. What’s wrong with someone going after their dreams? Jealousy is a disease, they need to find the antidote quick.

Self-assurance is the key to success and making things happen if you ask me. Maybe I have too much of it but I love myself. In this world we have to look out for ourselves because no one else will. It’s up to us to make things happen. I’m not saying step on others to get what you want or to back-stab. There’s a right way to be self-assured . We can hustle, be fearless well-wishers, build each other up and also be team players while working towards our goals.

Don’t ever apologize for who you are. Be secure, self-reliant, rare and most of all accepting of yourself. Always know that you are worthy, extraordinary, and you bring something to the table like no one else. There’s only one of you, shine bright in their eyes loves!